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Spark , Stone – Ch. 15

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Chapter Fifteen – A Sunday In The Life Of An Influencer

Aidan murmured something in his sleep, as Heathcliff traced a small path slowly from his shoulder down his arm and rested his hand on the young man’s hip. For all the case Aidan was making about being the perfect professional, he liked to sleep in.

Heathcliff rose up slowly, careful not to wake up his bed partner, although, by the look of things, the chances for that to happen were close to zero. He would go down and prepare breakfast, but not before his usual routine.

Should Aidan have awakened, Heathcliff would have been all down for another type of exercise, but it looked like his guest was very accommodating of Heathcliff’s habits.

He could go to the backyard and start the day with his usual Tai Chi routine. It helped him clear his mind and boy, did he need that right now.

Heathcliff had thought Aidan to be an open book. But it wasn’t the first time he was wrong about the corporate bunny. At first, he had seemed easy to seduce. Then he hadn’t. And then he had been easy to approach again, which brought things to the present, with Aidan in his bed, no longer a virgin, and quite satisfied with that outcome if Heathcliff could take his words at face value.

Aidan had made no waste of compliments, but he had been quite thorough in replying to Heathcliff’s questions about whether he enjoyed himself or not. Thorough in the way of small giggles, a few blushes, and several ‘Of course I liked it, Stone, stop bothering me, I really want to sleep’.

But Aidan hadn’t gone to sleep right away. For minutes, Heathcliff could tell Aidan’s eyes were on him but had said nothing. And after that, there had been a shy hand reaching for him and resting against his elbow, like its owner wanted to make sure that wasn’t some dream.

Heathcliff had turned and taken his bed partner into his arms, pulling Aidan firmly to him. Despite Aidan’s half-hearted protests, they had slept like that until morning.

The problem wasn’t with Aidan, Heathcliff thought as he breathed in the morning air. The problem was with him. More precisely, with his lack of experience regarding such situations.

He wanted something, but he could not define it, nor was he capable of finding the means to get it. That wasn’t like him. Heathcliff Stone had everything in his life well figured out, planned to the precision of hours, if not minutes. From the outside, that must not have been quite clear, but he hadn’t gotten where he was without proper discipline.

That also meant it wasn’t on a whim that he had proposed Aidan the deal of sleeping together to eliminate complications with partners who could spill the beans about Heathcliff’s sex life to tabloids. The practical aspect of the said deal was all him: calculated, down to the letter.

But that was just part of whatever was happening right now. Heathcliff wanted Aidan, he liked him, with his pretty brown eyes, pouty lips, gorgeous ass, and proper attitude. He wanted the bunny so much that the fact that they could strike a deal beneficial for both parties seemed to fall into place like the last piece of a puzzle.

Aidan’s unwilling confession about his virginity had rattled the boat a little. Heathcliff hadn’t expected that to happen, and usually, complications were seen as nuisances from where he stood. He would have liked to know about it in advance. But he could not find it in him to feel annoyed with the lack of essential information beforehand.

Instead, Heathcliff felt triumphant, truly and utterly satisfied, with the idea that he had been the first man to have sex – proper sex! – with Aidan. From last night, the feeling hadn’t waned. On the inside, Heathcliff felt a little giddy, like a teenager after the first night of lovemaking.

Well, that feeling had gotten a bit of a cold shower with Aidan’s words after they jerked off each other in the bathroom. Aidan wanted to make it all clear that feelings would not be involved. Usually, Heathcliff would have appreciated the directness and also, the intention to keep complications at bay from the get-go.

But, in this particular case, it had made him feel a tiny bit annoyed. Was Aidan truly impervious to his charms? He didn’t seem so. Yet, he had quickly said that they would be all professional in their dealings, regardless of all the steamy sex happening between them.

And what had he expected? For Aidan to proffer his undying love? Why? Just because Heathcliff was his first?

“It’s the 21st century,” he murmured to himself and moved slowly, performing his routine.

Emotional attachments were so last century or something. Today, people wanted everything and wanted it now. That meant that no one had time for thinking over what they felt about this or that. At least, people who wanted to be successful, as he wanted. Others didn’t mind trailing behind. For them, other things were important.

But not for Heathcliff. So where was this feeling of slight dissatisfaction coming from? Heathcliff decided to focus on his exercise routine for görükle escort the moment. It was clear that inner peace wasn’t some on/off switch. He needed to work on it, and he knew that well.

Later, as he was watching over the mushroom and veggie omelet, he knew what was wrong with him. Inner peace had eventually made him see it all clear.

Now, the question was: how could one truly trap a bunny? Especially one who was slippery as a weasel, sly as a fox, and brave as a lion? Heathcliff had his work cut out for him, but maybe it was high time for that to happen.

Anyone who knew him would laugh at him. No, almost anyone. He knew a few people who would express satisfaction upon hearing his predicament, and not because they wanted to see him make a fool of himself or brought down a peg or two, but because they loved him and had been waiting for that to happen for a long time.

For Heathcliff to really, truly, deeply, like someone.

***

Aidan stretched and yawned, feeling the silky sheets under his fingers. Since when he was throwing money on such luxuries? His eyes snapped open. He wasn’t at home. He had slept over at Heathcliff’s house, and, more importantly, he had had sex with the man. A quick look around let him know he was alone in the room.

He rolled on his stomach and hid his face into the pillow.

“Aidan Spark, you really did it,” he said to himself, the sound of his own voice making it all real.

He turned on his back and remained like that for a couple of minutes, just staring at the ceiling. So, to put things in order, he wasn’t an ass virgin anymore. The experience had been amazing, Heathcliff had been awesome, and he, Aidan, hadn’t even made a bit of a fool of himself.

He had ended up blurting out the truth about his virginity, and Heathcliff had seemed impressed. In a positive way. Well, that was good. Actually, it was terrific. Aidan felt appreciated, which was pretty much the opposite of what he expected from telling someone he was still a virgin at twenty-two.

Their relationship was bound to change. That was clear, and Aidan knew it, all too well, that it was up to him not to screw it up. He could not fall for Heathcliff. That was definitely out of the question, and it was more than just his job at stake.

On the upside, he would get to have a lot of awesome sex with Heathcliff. On the downside, he needed to keep himself in check and let no one know about what was going on between him and the sexy fitness guru.

Now, where was Heathcliff? Most probably, he never slept in, not even on Sundays. And also most likely he was already working out or doing something only fitness gurus did to keep in shape and all that.

No matter how nice the bed was, he had to get up and go scouting the area for Heathcliff. That was a good opportunity to see if Heathcliff was still pleased with the arrangement. Aidan could not really trust the man. After all, he had fucked hundreds of dudes. Or they weren’t hundreds if what Heathcliff said was true. Even so, Aidan knew what kind of competition he had to face.

Maybe not right now, though. Heathcliff had been so pleased with Aidan losing his virginity to him, and it looked like, for some time, he could hold his interest. After all, it was a novelty in his life, again, if what Heathcliff said was true and no other virgin had ever moored into his port.

Aidan hurried to the bathroom, for a quick shower and to freshen up. For a couple of minutes, he stared into the mirror, making faces and gauging whether he could keep a neutral expression and not look like some love-struck teenager the moment he would see Heathcliff after their torrid night together.

He smiled as he saw the clothes left on the back of a chair. This time, they fit. So Heathcliff had planned for this all along, and he hadn’t just left some of his old clothes for Aidan to wear around the house. They were some sort of sportswear, shorts and a tee, but very comfortable.

Aidan walked down the stairs, feeling pretty confident in his abilities to behave like the perfect professional.

That, until he saw the man fiddling with something in front of the cooktop in the kitchen. Did he really need to walk around shirtless all the time? Not that Heathcliff had any reasons to be modest. Even among other fitness gurus, he looked amazing.

But that, unfortunately, was doing nothing for Aidan’s nerves. He could behave properly. All he needed was a second to collect himself.

Time was up. Heathcliff turned to look at him from across the room and smiled. Aidan felt a sudden lump in his throat and made a small, weird sound.

“Is everything okay, bunny boy?” Heathcliff asked in his usual energetic voice. “I was expecting you to get up before me, seeing how dedicated you are to building a career.”

“It’s Sunday,” Aidan pointed out, feeling a tiny bit pissed at Heathcliff’s words.

“Ah, really? So that’s when you go all wild and listen to death metal?”

Aidan opened his mouth, but no witty retort came bursa escort bayan up. Maybe he was too busy ogling Heathcliff’s perfect chest and abs. It wasn’t all his fault. That man needed to wear a t-shirt.

“Why are you always naked?” he asked, without hiding his irritation this time.

Heathcliff laughed. “I’m not naked. I wear pants.”

“Right,” Aidan replied and rolled his eyes.

“Hey, it’s not like we’re not close friends now. You can see me naked at any time.”

Aidan licked his lips. His eyes, damned traitorous eyes, traveled from Heathcliff’s face down to his chest, and then, by sheer force of will, back to where they were supposed to look. “Your close friends don’t find it distracting?” he asked.

“I’ve heard no complaints,” was the prompt reply.

“I can bet,” Aidan commented dryly.

“Come eat.” Heathcliff invited him to take a seat at the table.

Aidan had been too busy staring shamelessly at the master of the house to notice the mouth-watering smells wafting from the cooktop. Without a word, he sat at the table and waited for Heathcliff to place a plate in front of him, along with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

“Thank you,” he said politely.

They ate in silence, and Aidan was not exactly thankful for that. Not because he liked talking with his mouth full, but because he was suddenly overly conscious of how Heathcliff’s eyes seemed to be on him more often than not.

“I’ll wash the dishes,” he said when they finished.

At least he could get himself busy with the dishwasher and try to calm the beating of his heart. Why was Heathcliff looking at him like that? He hadn’t grown horns overnight, had he?

“So, bunny boy,” Heathcliff drawled the words clearly on purpose, “what do you usually do on Sundays?”

Hmm, tough question, Aidan thought. Not because it didn’t have a simple answer, but because he had to lie. Or Heathcliff would think him pretty lame.

“Hang out, stuff like that,” he said with a small shrug while placing the plates into the dishwasher with so much attention that for an outsider, it must have looked like he was operating some demanding experiment.

“What stuff?”

“Aren’t you a bit too curious for a business partner?” Aidan tried to guide his irritation toward the one deserving of it.

“Business partner?” Heathcliff sounded genuinely surprised.

“Yeah. We have a deal.” Aidan finally managed to close the dishwasher and turned toward Heathcliff.

“I’ll drink to that,” Heathcliff smirked and took a long sip from his juice.

In spite of himself, Aidan smiled. Heathcliff made light of everything, so things were all right between them.

“What do you want to know?” he asked and leaned against the counter.

Maybe it was a better idea to sit. Heathcliff was looking him up and down, with appreciative eyes, and that made him feel a bit awkward and hot under the collar. So he moved and drew a chair to sit, at some distance from his host.

“Is there a reason to feel embarrassed?” Heathcliff questioned him while staring him down with those amazing magnetic eyes.

“No,” Aidan barely managed, and his voice sounded weird.

“So come sit on my lap.”

Aidan frowned and glared at Heathcliff. It didn’t appear that the man was joking. So eventually he moved, and Heathcliff pulled him into his strong arms. It wasn’t exactly comfortable to sit like that, so he shifted a little and finally snuck one arm to wrap it around Heathcliff’s shoulders.

Heathcliff smirked and raised one hand to caress his cheek gently. Aidan had no choice but to stare into those hypnotic eyes from up close. He was sure he was trembling slightly and blushing like crazy, but it wasn’t like he could stop that.

The worst thing was that he could do nothing but wait for some ironic, yet playful, remark from Heathcliff. He closed his eyes.

The next second, warm lips were against his, and the hand on his cheek was slowly moving to wrap around his neck, guiding him so that they could kiss better. Heathcliff was a true artist when it came to kissing. Just slightly opening his lips, Aidan had to allow it.

He enjoyed it, so much that it hurt a little, somewhere right in the middle of his chest. Heathcliff moved his lips slowly over his, caressing them, and his tongue flickered over, teasing him, coaxing him into opening more.

Soon enough, Heathcliff’s tongue was in his mouth, and, unlike the night before when Aidan had felt confident enough to stand his ground, right now, he could not help feeling overwhelmed. Heathcliff’s hand moved away from his neck, and snuck under his t-shirt, finding quickly purchase in one of his nipples.

Aidan grunted into the kiss, not in displeasure, but surprise. Heathcliff had a way to play with his nipples, pulling slowly, but firmly, then rubbing gently, and playing around. The thing was everything he did make Aidan’s cock twitch.

The shorts he was wearing were thin, so he doubted he could hide how excited he bursa escort was. As if he knew, Heathcliff moved his hand again, and this time he used it to tease Aidan’s cock through his shorts.

Tease was not the right word to describe what Heathcliff did. The man squeezed his cock hard, almost wrapping his fingers entirely around it. Aidan whimpered and tried to interrupt the kiss to protest, but Heathcliff’s other arm kept him from the back, and it wasn’t so easy to escape.

Damn, he thought, as he squirmed in Heathcliff’s lap. This wasn’t fair. He shifted more, trying to adjust his position. He could tell Heathcliff was hard, too. His cock was lodged against Aidan’s thigh, stiff as a board.

His sounds of protest were muffled as Heathcliff devoured his mouth with purpose. No, he couldn’t. He would not last. But his hands just grabbed blindly at Heathcliff’s shoulders, and his entire body arched tautly.

Heathcliff’s hand was still rubbing his cock as he slowly came down. But it was doing so slower and slower until it brought itself to a halt. Finally, Heathcliff let go of his mouth, and Aidan stared down dejectedly. The large dark spot on his shorts was the only telltale sign needed.

So Heathcliff still treated him like a virgin who could not keep it up long. The thought should have been infuriating, but Aidan could not feel that. He was spent, a tiny bit cold, and he still felt his skin burning and one of his nipples tingling.

Heathcliff stood up with him in his arms, and Aidan finally shook off his daze. “I can walk,” he protested feebly.

From above, Heathcliff’s eyes were burning. Aidan’s words froze on his lips. Maybe the asshole needed to pull a muscle or something to understand that he could not just waltz around with another grown man in his arms.

He made himself little in the strong arms and set his head against a strong shoulder with a small sigh. Since when did he live with the impression that he could tell Heathcliff what to do?

Once they were in the bedroom, Heathcliff placed him on the bed and began pulling his shorts down. Aidan knew he had to say something, but words didn’t come to him, anyway. By the looks of things, Heathcliff was still hard and would do something about it soon.

Aidan watched as Heathcliff shucked down his tracksuit bottoms, pushing them away with one foot, his eyes never leaving him. Next thing, Heathcliff grabbed a condom and the bottle of lube and was busy getting himself ready.

Aidan’s ass twitched at that sight. He would be sore for sure tomorrow, seeing how Heathcliff didn’t exactly care that Aidan had been a virgin not a full 24 hours ago. But instead of saying something to protect his ass, he snuck his hands under his butt cheeks and pulled them apart, giving Heathcliff a good look.

Heathcliff smiled, and soon he was all over Aidan, pushing slick fingers inside him.

“We could have skipped the through the clothes thing,” Aidan mumbled. “I could have come now, with you.”

“You’ll come, little fire,” Heathcliff chuckled, “you’ll come many times, don’t worry.”

“I still have to work tomorrow,” Aidan said a bit worried now.

Heathcliff’s appetite was a force to be reckoned with.

“And? Don’t you want to come again? And again? And again?” Heathcliff cooed, biting Aidan’s lips gently.

“Can my ass take it? I mean -“

“Don’t worry. Just this one time. And then you’ll come by hand or mouth.”

“Okay,” Aidan agreed, his voice dropped to a whisper.

Heathcliff was the expert, after all.

***

Usually, Heathcliff would have let Aidan and his lovely ass rest for the day, but the moment he saw the young man all shy and hesitant, he had felt a sudden, unbearable lust that could only be quenched one way and one way only. He would make up for it, by giving Aidan blowjobs and handjobs and anything else he could think of that didn’t involve that delicious round butt, but that would come later.

Right now, he could barely keep himself from ramming in, and making the bed rattle under them. Aidan was just a sweet thing, presenting his hole to be ravished, and Heathcliff felt a little guilty. This wasn’t like him, but many things weren’t like him since he had met the corporate bunny.

And now he could not blame it on lack of sex. After the night before, he should have been a bit more appeased. Instead, his desire for Aidan was growing. He would make gentle love to his bunny, and then he would behave for the entire day.

Right now, though, more pressing matters were at stake. His cock could not be pleased with anything else but that tight hole. He pressed Aidan into the bed with his entire body and proceeded to push inside slowly while capturing his lover’s mouth into a deep kiss and distracting him with caresses.

Aidan shifted under him to allow him a better angle. Heathcliff cursed under his breath. The bunny was way too accommodating of his lust, and that wasn’t a good thing. He would go too fast, too deep, and it was happening because Aidan skillfully draped his legs around him and pulled him in.

And he wanted to take it slow. How could he do that now? Aidan was the bottom, but he was taking the reins, undulating his body and slowly pulling Heathcliff in. The rhythm was decided, and he hadn’t been the one to impose it.

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Jasmin had located her relatives who lived in LA, and had visited them a couple of times. She said that there was an older cousin, Melanie, and her daughter Tina. I suggested that she should invite them for a barbeque, so that we could all meet them. And so that was arranged for the next Saturday afternoon.

All Saturday morning I thought about Melanie. Would she be slut like Jasmin? I sure hoped that sluttiness ran in their family.

As the time for them to arrive approached, I hung around the front yard. Then a small Japanese sports car drew into the front drive, and the woman driver got out. I think that my tongue must have hit the ground. Melanie was super-hot! And she was well named! She was a typical Californian girl, with long blonde hair and a killer body. I guessed that she was in her late twenties or early thirties.

After I put my eyes back into my head, I noticed the two passengers, both young girls about ten years old. One was obviously Melanie’s daughter Tina. She was a young version of Melanie, and really cute. The other girl was just as cute.

Jasmine ran up to Melanie and hugged her, then hugged Tina. I strolled over to them. “Girls, this is my friend Steve,” said Jas. “He’s been really good to me.”

I managed to stop staring at Melanie’s tits long enough to say hello. Melanie smiled at me. “Call görükle escort me Mel,” she said. “This is my daughter Tina, and her friend Ingrid.”

I smiled at the girls. “Come inside and meet my family,” I said.

We went into the house and introductions were made. I noticed that a certain look was exchanged between Suzy and Mel. I had seen that look before. This could be interesting, I thought.

“Let’s all go for a swim!” suggested Jas enthusiastically. She took the girls off to change. Naturally the ‘no swimsuits’ rule would not be applied.

When they had gone, Mel said, “I hope that you didn’t mind me bringing Ingrid. Her parents and I have an arrangement that we child-mind for each other. Ingrid is sleeping over with Tina tonight, as her parents want to go out to dinner.”

“No problem at all,” I said. “You’re all most welcome.”

Suzy went off to change, but my eyes were fixed on Mel. She smiled at me. “You know, I don’t think that I want to go for a swim just now,” she said. “I’d rather check out this nice cock that Jasmine has been telling me about.”

I took her hand and led her to a guest bedroom. She immediately took off her top. “Great tits, by the way,” I said. Ok, not very classy, but there’s a time for class and a time for……

“Thanks,” she said, slipping down her shorts bursa escort bayan and panties to reveal a beautiful shaved cameltoe pussy. “And nice pussy,” I said.

“I like to call it my cunt,” she said.

Could this woman BE any hotter?!!

…..

After an incredible fuck, which included a fuck of those superb tits, Melanie and I were lying in bed together. Then Mel said, “Jasmin told me that Suzy lets Ben fuck her.”

“Oh yes. She says that it’s a mother’s duty to teach her son about sex. But I think that with her, it’s more of a pleasure than a duty. Suzy is a very sexual person.”

“And you don’t mind?” she asked.

“It’s quid pro quo,” I said. “I’m sure that Suzy’s figured out by now that you and I are in here fucking, and she won’t object. She’ll keep your girls entertained in the pool for a while. And yes, Suzy likes women too. I saw the look between you two.”

“That makes me so horny,” she said. “Are you ready for round 2?”

Melanie squealed as I threw her onto her back and buried my face into her pussy.

…..

I fired up the barbeque and cooked the steaks, while Suzy and Melanie prepared the rest of the food. When they were almost ready, I called for Tina, Ben and Ingrid to get out of the pool and get ready to eat. Mel admired Ben’s physique in his bursa escort Speedos. Then she whispered to me, “Is it OK if sometime I fuck your son — and your wife?” she added. “I don’t mind at all,” I said. “I’m sure that Ben can learn a lot from you. But I want to fuck you again, soon. By the way, can you move in here?”

Mel laughed. “But I want to fuck Suzy as well,” she said.

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” I said.

After dinner I managed to get Suzy alone. “Mel has the hots for you, honey. She wants to fuck you sometime,” I said. “Is that OK?”

“Very OK,” she said. “By the way, did you enjoy fucking her earlier?”

“Oh yes I did,” I said.

…..

All good things come to an end, so they say, and sadly the time came when Mel, Tina and Ingrid had to leave. As Mel kissed Jasmine goodbye, she said, “You should move here.”

“That’s a great idea,” I said, “But you would have to find another line of work.”

“You could come and sell real estate with me,” said Mel. “You’d be a great success. All that you have to do is show a bit of cleavage to the male clients when their wives aren’t looking, and they would never be able to say no to you. And you could live with Tina and me. With your income, we could afford a bigger apartment.”

“And one closer to here,” I said.

“Definitely closer to here,” Mel said.

“I’ll do it!” exclaimed Jasmine excitedly.

So a few days later, Mel and Jasmine flew to Reno to pack up Jas’s things for removal, and to drive back in her car. Ben and I both missed Jasmin while she was gone, so Suzy’s pussy was kept very busy.

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Transference Ch. 02: Meredith Logan

If Kara Brandon was the All American Girl, Meredith Logan was the antithesis.

Meredith Logan was 42.

Reared in a strict Irish Catholic household in Boston with an abusive father she took to alcohol, drugs and sex as early as possible.

Meredith Logan was the “plain” looking girl from high school and college. The plain girl who partied, got high and allowed herself to be fucked and used as often as possible by anyone who wanted to do her.

She had two children, both given up for adoption on court order, and was married for 6 weeks to a black long haul trucker based in Alabama who sexually and psychologically abused her daily to the point of almost casually killing her.

She was a small woman with a soft body; small, flat breasts with small pink nipples in the center of large pink areolas as if God had intended to give her large, pert breasts and then changed His mind.

She was pale, her skin almost translucent with pale hazel eyes.

She also had a bit of a belly that made her look either extraordinarily sexy or like a cheap whore when she wore a clingy “belly dress” – depending on your view of women and culture. It was what Quentin Tarrantino called “a pot,” as in “pot belly,” in his screen play “Pulp Fiction.”

Her hair was curly, shoulder length, almost permanently tousled and bright red.

Despite her extracurricular activities with alcohol, drugs and sex, she was an exceptionally intelligent woman. She graduated number three in her high school class and went, on scholarship, to an exclusive women’s college in Missouri.

Her first week of college she learned the liberating freedom of being submissive and loving women.

She was bound and blindfolded in the basement of a sorority and used almost continually for a week by the chapter’s sisters and women from other sororities.

Meredith excelled so well at pleasing the members of the sorority that for three years she was the sorority’s exclusive “toy.”

She not only provided sexual satisfaction to her sisters but twice a year from the last half of her freshman year to the end of her junior year she was the sorority’s primary fund raising event. görükle escort

Her senior year she was on the select committee to find a “piece of fresh meat” to take her place when she graduated.

Despite her position and proclivities in the sorority she graduated in the top 10 percent of her class with a double major in psychology and accounting.

That week in the basement, as well as the next three years of virtual sexual servitude, paid off beyond her wildest expectations.

The sorority had a secret national network of members, a sort of good old boys network made of women who knew what they wanted and would not be denied.

Because of her faithful service to the sorority her sisters helped steer her through an MBA and her accountancy boards.

She would be a member of the network.

Within the sorority network Meredith was respected for her intellect and skills. In professional settings when a sister asked her professional opinion they were seeking valued advice.

But outside of professional settings she was one of several dozen submissives in the network that would serve the sexual needs of the other sisters on a moment’s notice and absolutely without condition. Such was her enthusiasm, pliancy and loyalty that she had a code name on the network – O, as in the heroine from “The Story of O.”

She cherished this role inside the network – she proudly admitted that she was a natural born slut and had “an easy body.” Some of the older women in the network, some of the founders of the network, saw being on the submissives list as punishment for indiscretions committed within the network. This was, in fact, how Meredith ended up on the list initially.

But when given the chance to come off the list, to be a partaker of the services of the submissives (and in the eyes of the some of the elder sisters to be a full member of the network), she declined. And in so doing she set up another rung in the network’s social ladder.

Until the elder sisters either died off or changed their attitudes about the submissives Meredith would never be at the top rung. Instead, to the sisters who were on the top rung and had no such prejudices about the submissives, bursa escort bayan Meredith was in “mid step” to the top rung.

And the indiscretion that got her on the submissives list? She graduated 10th in her law class at Yale. She was supposed to do this. Then one of the women in the network would bring her into their law firm where she would be groomed as a potential partner, a judge or a politician.

Instead Meredith committed the cardinal sin – at least in the eyes of the network members who were attorneys, judges and politicians – she became an accountant.

Meredith rationalized that if her private life was going to be the life of a sexual slave she wanted to be involved in something boring and staid, like accounting.

Meredith Logan NEVER lived to work. She always worked to live – and play.

Lying in bed, belly to belly, lazily trading kisses and caresses in the dark with a friend and fellow submissive in a respite at all weekend retreat for some of the network founders they joked about her “indiscretion.”

“Jesus Logan, did you hear Judge Raymond keeping calling you ‘filthy accountant’ and ‘fucking CPA’ while she was doing you?”

Meredith smiled in the dark, gave a small laugh and tenderly kissed her bed mate, “Uh huh, but I made the old bitch come like she has never come in her life.”

“Oh yeah, Miss Big Ego, how do you know you were her best lay? I think I did a pretty good job for her.”

“Yeah, baby, but she didn’t give you a $25,000 check and beg you to be her law clerk, did she?”

“$25,000 dollars? Raymond, the living embodiment of the Marquess de Sade, begged you? Are you fucking serious?!”

“Ab-so-fucking-lutely, baby.”

“You’re going to take it, right?”

“No way. A) I don’t like Washington and B) I think Mistress Judge Raymond would probably wear me out. She’s vicious with her strapon, especially when she’s pissed off at you for being a ‘fucking CPA’.”

The two women giggled in the dark.

“Hey, Hackworth, I’ll give you 10 G’s of my check from Raymond if you’ll get me off.”

“I’ll do it for free Logan if you let me ass fuck you afterwards.”

“It’s a deal.”

Meredith had bursa escort another “secret” indiscretion that few, outside of a small group of elders and submissives, knew.

She was truly bi-sexual as opposed to hardcore lesbian. Some of the founders were of the hardcore persuasion and they tended to discriminate against sisters they thought were not entirely devoted to “being in the life.”

But Meredith was the female embodiment of the saying, “An erect penis has no conscience.”

She preferred women simply because she shared their emotional intimacy and intelligence but she loved the feel of a stiff, throbbing cock inside her. Any hole would do.

Yeah, her first and only husband, the black trucker almost killed her but she loved how he was so rough with her.

She loved the taste of his cock and cum.

She loved the way his cock banged against her cervix.

She loved the things he called her.

She loved it when he would stop at a truck stop and handcuff her in a shower stall for a couple of hours to be used by every trucker, man or woman, who wanted her.

And she loved “normal” sex with men too.

Man or woman, she luxuriated in the feel of her lovers’ skin against hers.

She loved caressing and kissing her lovers: the texture of their skin, their body hair, their taste and their smell. Cocks or cunts, each were individual feasts of the senses for her.

She loved to talk and to be talked too while she was making love or being used. It wasn’t so much the words, though sometime a “sweet fucking cunt” or “sweet bitch” would excite her.

It was the tone, the urgency of the voice, the grunts, whispers, moans, screams, begging and pleading; sometimes in total darkness and other times in light – from the light of a bar’s toilet stall to the light of a man or woman’s office.

Any man or woman was a feast of the senses for her and she so loved to feast.

Her fellow submissive and sometime lover Hackworth called the way Meredith became when she was making love or being used as “being in a cocoon of arousal.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The last five years Meredith worked almost anonymously as an accounting project manager in an office two floors below Kara Brandon’s.

She had never met her divisional boss.

And like Kara, she never saw it coming.

Unlike Kara, she was more physically and psychologically prepared to deal with the “problem.”

To be Continued in Transference Ch. 3, Part 2

Kissed By The Rain Ch. 05

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It was well past midnight and Dancing Wolf still remained fully alert, perched up high in a tree which was a century-old oak. The view he had looked out amongst the grasses which covered the prairie, softly swaying with the wind which blew through the land. While his pose was relaxed, his senses were fully tuned in, attentively monitoring everything that went on. Keeping watch over the tipi where Margaret and Singing Voice dwelled, he carefully listened for any odd noises. Six hours had passed since the double-face demon had invaded the village, but Dancing Wolf felt led to stay awake, as the stink still lingered downwind some miles from the encampment.

While the power of his night vision made everything super sharp and clear, his nostrils picked up every fragrance within half a mile away. Dark, glossy, and worn loose to flow beautifully over his shoulders, his hair acted like a sixth sense, pulling energy and information from the surrounding environment. Intuition enhanced by the length of his locks, Dancing Wolf could sense surrounding predators, as well as access extrasensory information.

Seeming to align itself with the power of Dancing Wolf’s hair, the wind wove its way through his strands, lightly tickling his scalp with its feather-light touch. He scanned the length of the land for a moments, before once again focusing on the tipi where Margaret slept. Bright flashes of lightning were on the horizon, playing across the sky with a lilac tint. Stunned by the beauty of the silent thunderstorm he shifted his gaze, watching as the sky became a brilliant violet color.

Wakiya Tuwapi – thunder -, he thought, and began to wonder if Margaret knew that particular word. A pleasant breeze wrapped around his body, carrying the scent of earth along with it. Having always loved the natural fragrance of the land, Dancing Wolf deeply inhaled to fully enjoy it. Rain would come in another few days and that was good, as it would replenish the earth and water their crops. Gazing out at the sky which was now being split by a bolt of white hot lightning, Dancing Wolf spoke to Wankan Tanka, giving thanks for the approaching weather.

No sooner had he finished the prayer, did he pick up sudden movement, and shifting his gaze, he already knew who it was. The scent of her came sharp in his nostrils, and focusing on the tipi, he saw she was now emerging.

Focusing right in on her, Dancing Wolf watched, eyes following her path as she cut through the grass. The jar in her hand was small and filled with water, which would serve to assist in sanitizing her hands. Walking right below the very branches in which he was perched, she did not see him, for he was high up and hidden above.

The prairie was dark, but the lightning flashes provided brilliant light, outlining her womanly form as she went ahead. Intensely watching her every step, he saw that she headed straight for a particular spot, which was hidden by grasses that blew lightly in the wind. Although situated high up enough to see everything from where he sat, he shifted his gaze, wanting to give her the privacy and respect that she deserved.

Once hidden in the tall prairie grasses Margaret began to release, and with his super sensitive ears, Dancing Wolf picked up the sound of her peeing. Turned on by the soft noises of her going, he could also catch the scent, and wildly turned on, felt himself get hard. He didn’t need to see what was happening as he could easily imagine it all — her squatting down over the earth, and letting loose her bladder from that most sacred spot.

A shifting noise could be heard as she pulled her dress back down, then several splashes of water as she washed her hands. A few moments later she emerged, heading back for the tipi to return to bed. But as the sky filled with a particularly bright flash of violet light, Dancing Wolf leapt down, descending from the tree with a graceful landing.

Startled by his sudden appearance, Margaret widened her eyes, stopping mid-stride as he blocked her path. As her gaze fell on him he just stared right back, long hair blowing in the wind which was continuing to pick up. A streak of hot silver split the sky just behind him, illuminating his features as he stood strong and tall.

Not having expected at all for him to be out in the open, Margaret carefully gauged his expression, wanting to know why he’d been perched in a tree while everyone else slept. Then her mind turned to the thing she had just finished doing, and face going hot she looked up into the tree. She then shifted her attention to the spot she had just urinated in, and realizing he’d seen it all from high up in the branches, lowered her gaze and inwardly cringed. Completely embarrassed, Margaret felt her face, neck, and ears go impossibly hot. But then suddenly she saw the way he was eyeing her, and she immediately knew that it had turned him on.

And he was turned on, but along with the feeling of desire that he felt for her, Dancing Wolf also worried that she might find him a pervert. While he purposely hadn’t looked, she didn’t know that, and görükle escort although he fully admitted to loving the sound of her peeing, he most definitely hadn’t planned to be a voyeur while it went on.

Taking her hand in his, he led her to a spot just beneath the tree, where animal skins were laid out on the ground. Placed on top of them were a couple of cushions stuffed with grass, which served as pillows for comfort and softness. Gesturing with his hand, he invited her to lay down, which she slowly did before settling onto the cushions. For a moment he just drank in the sight, loving the look of her prone body as she gazed up at his tall, manly form.

He lay down next to her then, speaking with silent words as he gazed into her eyes. Communicating right back, her expression was soft, eyes bright and glossy with a desire he felt. He wanted her and she wanted him, yet both were content to just take their time.

With only a loincloth on the warrior’s body, his chest was totally bare for her eyes. She reached out to touch the soft, smooth skin, loving the way his pectorals lightly rippled beneath his flesh. Reddish-tan in color, it was marred by very few scars — warrior scars – yet that only made him more alluring and masculine in her eyes. Two of the scars in particular really caught her eye, as they were twins of one another, and located on each side of his chest.

Although slightly raised each of the scars were soft to the touch, and even without knowing the history behind them, she somehow knew they were very meaningful. Guiding her hand toward the one on the left side of his chest, Dancing Wolf allowed her to touch the silky smooth scar tissue which remained. Then looking her right in the eyes, he began to speak.

“Sun Dance.” He tapped a finger against the scar on his left pectoral, before pointing out the one on his right. “Suffering, pain, self-sacrifice….no food for four days, to bring renewal for our tribe.”

“A ceremony…” Margaret stated, and Dancing Wolf gave a nod in response.

“I was tied to a pole and danced for many hours over the four days. The scars you see, are from piercings that were put in my flesh.”

Marveling at the sight of them, Margaret was tender in the way that she touched them, and more than happy to have her touch upon his body, the Lakota Warrior just watched on.

“Our scars tell a story of the past,” he told her. “And just like me, you have your own stories, as well.”

As soon as he said this, his hand moved down to her thighs, coming to a stop just at the hem of her dress. While it normally reached down to her ankles, it was now hiked up, which allowed the skin just above her knees to be slightly exposed. This meant the ropy scars were peeking out for him to see, and hating the thought of his hand being right up against them, a thickness came into her throat. Wanting to respect her fully he did not lift the hem of her dress, only gave her a look of total acceptance.

“The scars I have are not made from honor like yours,” she quickly replied. “They were made by my master, and very ugly for the eyes.”

Feeling her pain acutely he caressed her face, eyes caring and deep in a way she could feel. The scars ashamed her and he already knew that, but healing was needed and the only way to it, was to be completely open.

“It does not matter how they look to me, because your beauty is still great, and I am very proud to have you as my woman.”

Eyes moist at just the thought of her badly scarred thighs hidden beneath her dress, Margaret lowered her eyes so they did not look into his.

“When the time is right for our bodies to lay together just bare and naked, I will see the scars uncovered and up close.” Eyes dark yet filled with a softness, he continued on. “And I do not want you to feel ashamed. You are a gift to me, Wanahca.”

Thumb stroking the very edge of the ropy scars which were hidden beneath her dress, Dancing Wolf stared deep in her eyes, letting her know that she was fully accepted. Eventually the nervousness she felt about her scars began to lessen, but she still didn’t want him touching the ugly, rough flesh. This led her to take his large hand into her own, and gently moving it higher, placed it upon the soft curve of her waist. Seeing his words had some effect, yet not as much as he would have liked, the Lakota shifter realized that time, was what it would take.

It was then that her hands drifted to the rock-hard muscles of his biceps, and happy to see she was admiring them, Dancing Wolf felt a touch of pride. He just loved the way her eyes settled so focused upon him, and along with hearing her heart as it beat quickly with desire, he could also smell the scent she was releasing.

Distinctively feminine it made him very horny, and his wolf raged within to be unleashed and allowed to mate. More than certain that she was currently wet beneath her dress, he began to imagine what her womanly slit would look like. Having never been with a female of her color in that sexual way, he could only think in his bursa escort bayan mind as to how it would appear. Very much looking forward to the day when he would find out, Dancing Wolf eased out a heady sigh, then pressed his body up against her own.

He wanted very badly to reach beneath her dress, then dip into her hotness with two fingers and gently stroke until she came all over them. But he’d read her mind already and knew she felt like a monster because of the scars, so getting a hand between her thighs would take some time, as it was a delicate area for her. Already hard beneath his breechcloth, he was desperate for her to touch his stiffness. But not wanting her to feel pressured or as if he was rushing for sex, he just simply held her.

It was at this moment Margaret began to study his face, and with gentleness ran a thumb along his well-defined cheekbone. Then her eyes went to his lips, so lush and full and very good at kissing. Somewhere between handsome and pretty, he was completely male in every way. So she could not help wondering how many women in the tribe he had laid down with. It wasn’t her business of course, but she did see the way other women desired him with their eyes.

“You are thinking,” Dancing Wolf blurted out, his gaze going curious as he studied her. “And I can tell you want to ask me something.”

For a moment she just remained quiet, but then speaking softly, she let out the words.

“Your handsomeness,” she began,” doing her very best to recall the words she needed to speak. “Your good face, is not seen by only me.”

“Others do notice and they say I am handsome,” he readily admitted. “But I am not the only warrior in the camp, who gets this attention.”

Nodding at this, she looked off into the distance. But then his hand came to rest against her cheek, and as her eyes shifted back to his, he spoke some more.

“I know in your mind that you are thinking, as to how many women I have laid down with.”

A little embarrassed that he had once again read her thoughts, Margaret just waited to see what he would say.

“It has not been many,” he told her. “But those who I have been with, are either married now, or were just interested in the pleasure that I could give them for those moments.”

Satisfied with the answer she nodded her head, and then lightning flashed, illuminating his angular features. It was then that she noticed he was watching her in a very serious way. There was no anger behind it, just thoughtfulness, and intertwining his fingers with hers, he spoke more.

“Making pleasure with the body of a woman is good, and I enjoy it,” he said. “But if our spirits do not make love too, then the connection is weak and will not last.”

Still holding her hand in his, he put it on his chest, allowed her to feel the pace of his heart. From the moment it made contact she could feel it immediately quicken, and a beaming expression came over her face as she realized it was entirely for her.

“Our spirits make love together, Wanahca,” he said to her. “So when our bodies do join, it will be with a great intensity neither of us have ever felt.”

“I do not know about the enjoyment of bodies coming together in that way,” she told him. “But the excitement you make within me, lets me believe that it can be true.”

“You have not ever felt enjoyment, in that way before?” An incredulous look came over his face at this, and staring in wonder, he waited for a reply.

“No.” She shook her head. “The one I called master was the only one. He was very rough, and there was no love. Bad pain came to me everytime he made me lay with him, so I have always believed that is just the way that it feels with every man.”

Brows pushing together with deep concern, his heart went sad and heavy at this. Margaret was a beautiful, delicate woman with a kind soul to match, so he found it to be a horrible thing that all she knew of sex was pain and degradation. This only made him realize more strongly that she deserved to be treated gently, and he made it a promise right there and then, that he would show her what true lovemaking was.

Their first time of coming together would not only be about incredible pleasure and exploding passion, but a chance for him to show her that it was also a spiritual thing. If all she knew was pain, then surely her body had never known the pleasure of an orgasm. Looking deep into her eyes now, he vowed that her body would come to know bliss in a way she could never have imagined.

“You will know how a man should feel on our first time together.” Deeply masculine, his voice washed over her assuredly. “Your body was meant to belong with mine, and you will finally understand what it means to make love.”

These were not just words that he spoke but declaration, and immediately her muscles lost tension at the way that he eyed her. Stroking his hair so soothingly in her customary gentle way, Margaret loved the way it felt against her fingers. So sweet and innocent-like in the way that she regarded him, the Lakota bursa escort warrior felt his heart soften even further. It wasn’t just her deep, rich skin tone that drove him crazy, but her plump and very sensuous lips. Then there was her body, and thinking back to the day he had seen her nude at the bathing stream, remembered how gorgeously it had glistened beneath the sun.

Pulse quickening with desire, he caressed her lustfully through the fabric of her dress, palm greedily tracing her curves through the animal hide which made up her Lakota garment. The dress covered her so well that it was difficult to find a place where his hand could touch skin. This led to Margaret guiding his palm, and bumping it against the swells of her chest, gave him the signal to indulge her with his touch.

Made from three different hides, the garment she had on was worn as a poncho on top, with two skins sewn together for a skirt. This gave his hand access to her breasts beneath the garment, and focusing hard on her face, made entirely certain that it was okay. Staring right back at him in a wanton and waiting way, she let him know for certain that he could go forth.

Sliding his hand just beneath the cape-like animal skin which covered her chest, Dancing Wolf found the curve of her breasts. So firm and perky and pleasantly soft to touch, they lustfully swelled against the palm of his hand. Although he could not see them, he could easily imagine them in his mind — round and modest in size, yet perfectly formed and capped off with those dark chocolate nipples.

His thumb was touching one now, gliding across the stiffened tip until she let out a gasp that was breathless with need. He wanted so badly to suck on them, then squirt his seed all over the flesh of her tits, making a contrast of white against her beautifully erotic black skin.

So hard beneath his loincloth that his stiffness poked right out, all that kept him from obeying his wolf, was a sheer willpower that he desperately drew on. Her scent alone was enough to overtake him — so clean and fresh, yet there was also a heady scent just beneath it. Known as her sex scent, it let him know that she wanted him.

Pleasantly sweet and just faintly musky, she smelled of feminine want and carnal desire, and just so damn good in a way that he really connected with. And it was that beautiful fragrance in particular, which made him wild and horny, and just eager to POUNCE.

As he picked up her scent, she picked up his. Intense and earthy, it was a bit like rain on dry soil. It actually reminded her of an old forest smell, and she began to realize it was his wolf scent coming out. Even more turned on by this, she let out a breath of wanton need, arching her body into his touch as he toyed and played with her overly swollen nipples.

His hands were strong, calloused from hunting and engaging in battle, but that only made her more excited, as he was truly all male and excitingly strong. The bundle of nerves in her clit were becoming engorged, so achingly sensitive that she moaned in want.

Both his thumbs were flicking the hardened points of her nipples now, and rolling her hips up against his erection, Margaret pushed out a hot breath and let out a long moan. A clear, slick fluid had begun to trickle from her swollen sex, releasing a scent so incredibly strong it slammed right into him like a buffalo stampede.

His wolf was awakened then, and in a matter of seconds it pushed hard for release. His eyes were a piercing gray now, filled with a wildness she had never seen. Staring penetratingly at his submissive, the wolf inside him had pinned her down. Her feminine strength was so weak next to his, body soft and pliable and under his wolf will. Both his hands were now holding her firmly against the ground, palms clutching her waist with a vice-like grip.

He had changed and she could see it, not just from the way his eyes had transformed, but his overall energy, too. Normally he was so respectful and tender towards her, but now there was this overly dominant side, and she could tell that his wolf was trying to take over. Dancing Wolf was still in there, somewhere within the aggressive energy, but the wolf itself was growing stronger, aching and desperate to have his way.

Battling against the canine within him, Dancing Wolf swallowed hard, lips pressing together in a slight grimace. Feeling overheated now, he struggled to maintain control, but the truth of it was, the wolf had already begun to take over. Looking down at her face, he saw that her eyes had widened in shock, and self-contempt began to flood him.

Knowing exactly what the wolf was planning he fought against it, but then suddenly he was kissing her neck, breath hot and needy as her delectable scent flooded his nose. Lightning flashed, illuminating their bodies and filling the sky with a lilac tint. The wind blew and the scent of nature grew even stronger, combining with the fragrance which the wolf released. Strongly elemental, she smelled it so strongly now, and bombarded by the energy that he put out, knew he was frenzied with need for her body. A part of her actually liked it, as she was wildly attracted to the scent and primal energy that he was releasing. But she knew in her heart that she was not ready to give him her body, and seeing he could not stop, she began to worry.

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Chapter 7

After April left Steve lay back on the bed and tried to go back to sleep, but it was impossible. Since he arrived everything in this town seemed to revolve around April. Why was she on the road last night and what was her purpose of coming here this afternoon? He didn’t have the answers to any of those questions and they bothered him enough to keep him from sleeping.

Her kiss had affected him as well and as he lay in bed, he relived how her soft supple body felt in his arms. He remembered how her nibbling lips and hungry tongue felt in his mouth. He knew he had given just as much as she and he felt her responding to his kisses. Beneath her spoiled and petulant surface lay a passionate heart, waiting to be set free.

Given a chance he would love to replace her smug smile with a look of devastating passion. However, he knew she could be a dangerous woman; she was smart, driven and incredibly gorgeous with almost unlimited wealth. If he saw her again, he would need to be very careful and his instinct told him they were definitely going meet again.

About 5:30 in the afternoon Steve gave up trying to rest so he got up, took a shower and dressed for dinner. He dressed simply in a long sleeve polo shirt, jeans and his leather bomber jacket. In deference to the area he wore his snakeskin cowboy boots. He walked down the grand staircase and moseyed over to the customer service counter.

A young lady who could be Catarina’s twin was behind the desk, but her name tag said her name was Consuelo. Steve’s curiosity got the best of them so his first question was, “Do you have a sister working here?”

She smiled a mysterious, conspiratorial little smile and said, “So I see you’ve already met my sister Catarina. Yes, we are twin sisters.”

“Well you are both very beautiful and be honest I’m not sure I could tell you apart.”

Consuelo blushed slightly and giggled as she said, “I know, we play tricks on people all the time and they let us get away with it. Is there anything I can help you with Mr. McKinny?”

Steve is a little taken aback that she knew who he was, but rushed forward anyway, “I was just wondering if you had any recommendations for places to eat around town?”

Consuelo ducked behind the counter and brought out a one-page photocopied map of Alpine. When she stood several additional buttons on her blouse had been undone. She first circled the hotel then began drawing lines to outlying areas, “If you like barbecue you have the Texas Fusion.” She completed the line to a location about three blocks away. “If you like Italian we have La Trattoria over here or we have family-owned Mexican or Chinese places on every other street corner.”

She started handing the maps Steve, but as he reached for it she pulled it back towards counter at the same time she leaned way over-the-counter. As she leaned over-the-counter the top buttons of her already low-cut blouse opened wide threatening to spill her breasts all over-the-counter. What magnificent breasts they were too with their firm, full bounty making quite an eye full.

Steve had been reaching for the map, but was stunned at the sudden turn of events. He froze halfway to the map with his eyes jumping between the delectable offering on the counter and her eyes. His mind shut down for a second and he had no idea what to say, but thankfully Consuelo filled in the gap.

“After you’ve had your dinner and you’re ready for dessert my sister and I are available to liven up your evening. Maybe even a Latina hat trick.” Consuelo leaned forward even further uncovering the pink edges of her breast’s aureole.

Steve was still frozen halfway to the map when she began speaking. His eyes were still glued to the delicious site displayed on the counter, but when she mentioned dessert and hat trick his eyes lifted to confirm that she was kidding. She wasn’t, and her eyes had a smoky lustful stare making sure that he knew this was a real offer.

Consuelo licked her lips sensually, “We have this great recipe that involves a blue vein sausage smothered in rich tasteful Spanish honey.” Her smoky eyes were filled with promise as she ended, “Our recipes are very flexible, but when we share, I can guarantee you will leave satisfied.”

Steve slowly closed the remaining distance to the counter and gently removed the map from her fingers. He laid the map on the counter as he leaned over with his lips slowly advancing towards hers. He stared into her golden eyes as his tongue slowly caressed her lips. At the same time his fingers toyed with her décolletage teasing her exposed breasts.

She sucked in a large breath then softly moaned at the dual assault. Her eyes were on fire as his fingers dipped underneath her dress and scraped her turgid nipple. She continued to stare at him as her lips parted inviting him to explore her mouth. Steve kissed across her cheek and gently nibbled her ear as he whispered, “Thank you for the delicious offer, but I must decline. After dinner I’m going to the Marfa lights, so it will be late görükle escort when I get back.”

Consuelo shivered as his lips and breath tickled her ear, but that quickly morphed into a lusty moan as his fingers pinched her nipple. He slowly stood up stepping back from the counter leaving her shaking with the sudden turn of events. Her face was filled with desire, her nipples throbbing beneath her blouse and her womanly folds swimming in her juices. The seductress had been seduced.

Steve picked up the map of the counter, giving a slight nod to the still frozen Consuelo before he thanked her for her help. He turned and walked out the front door and only then did Consuelo stand up. She took a deep cleansing breath stressing her already strained blouse and yet another button popped open. She picked up the phone, punched in several numbers and when someone answered on the other hand she said, “He’s going to the Marfa lights after dinner.”

Consuelo took a wobbly step backwards and sat heavily on the stool behind the counter. She took a shaky breath trying to forget about his tender tongue and naughty fingers, but forgetting proved more difficult than she thought.

Steve decided a good meal of Texas barbecue sounded good, so he headed off to the Texas Fusion. He found it right where Consuelo’s map had told him it would be and he was early enough so the crowds weren’t horrific. The sign at the entrance told him to sit anywhere he pleased, so he chose a table at the back of the restaurant. Here he was out of the way and figured he could enjoy a leisurely dinner.

He was sitting for only a few minutes when a tiny redheaded woman sidled up to his table. Her face had a rainbow of freckles across her nose and cheeks. The name badge on her tight-fitting blouse read Grace. Her green eyes gave her a beautiful Irish look and when she spoke her lilting accent hinted that’s where she might actually be from. “What can I get you to drink honey?”

Steve changed his opinions and thought maybe she had been born in Ireland, but she had lived in Texas long enough to pick up all the colloquialisms. Steve looked into her eyes and ordered, “A tall glass of water with some lemon and a Dos Equis Amber with lime.”

The waitress gave him a saucy smile and said, “Good choice hun, I’ll be right back!”

She turned and walked away swinging her delightful hips as she went. The motion drew his eyes and he noticed her long legs, taut and a delicious ass all encased in a pair of painted on jeans. Steve shook his head as he realized, Alpine had a wide array very beautiful woman.

Steve sat staring out the window for a few minutes until he felt people staring at him. He looked around the restaurant and saw stealthy glances pointing his way as people talked in hushed tones. All the waitresses surrounded Grace and he could see her blushing as several of them talked to her. He was definitely not used to being the cause of the small-town gossip, but he tried to look away and mind his own business.

A few minutes later Grace came up to his table with a tall glass of water and lemon sticking out of it, in one hand. In the other hand the tall ice-cold frosty mug of amber beer with a lime perched on the rim. Steve nodded and looked into Grace’s eyes as he said, “Thank you, Grace, that beer looks really good right now.”

Grace looked at him and glanced back over her shoulder at all the waitresses. They were waving their hands in obvious sign telling her to go for it. She turned back around and cocked her hips to the side and said, “That’s not the only thing that looks good in here.”

Steve noticed as she turned back around to her blouse was unbuttoned way below her breasts. Her white freckled chest glaringly displayed against her dark-colored blouse. He knew her blouse had not been that way before. As he looked back up to her face, he saw her cheeks were red, but her eyes were bright with excitement.

As he looked at her not sure what to do next, she stammered, “I have a special I can offer you tonight. We could share a tube steak burrito smothered a special female nectar.”

Steve saw her face turn bright red and he had bet all the other waitresses had put her up to this. Steve pulled one of the other chairs close to his and patted it softly saying, “Grace could you sit with me for a few minutes?”

She slowly sat in the chair with her face getting redder by the second. Steve heard a small cheer from the other waitresses and as he looked over, they began to scatter. Steve turned his attention back to Grace and said, “Grace, could you tell me what’s really going on here? You’re the third woman that has propositioned me since I’ve been here, and trust me, that never happens.”

Grace looked down embarrassed and mumbled, “I knew I wasn’t pretty enough for you.”

Steve put his finger under her chin and lifted her face until she was looking into his eyes. Then he whispered, “You are very beautiful and sexy woman. Any man would be honored to have you in his arms, but that’s not bursa escort bayan what’s going on here. I want you to tell me what’s going on, why did the waitresses want you to make a pass at me.”

Grace smiled sheepishly and said, “Well Mr. McKinny, you are about the closest thing to a celebrity we’ve had in a long time. Nothing ever happens in this town and then suddenly April Hunt is kidnapped, and you save her. That makes you the most exciting man that’s come to this town and long time.”

Steve looked at her and smiled, “That’s not the whole story is it?”

Grace looked a little more comfortable, “For a woman, trying to compete against April Hunt is like trying to take Brad Pitt from Angelina Jolie. Princess April can have any man she wants and the fact that she came to your hotel room today tells all of us that she wants you.”

Steve had a shocked look on his face. April’s and his movements were under the intense scrutiny of the very active rumor mill and everybody knew his every move. Grace smiled a little bit more and said, “She’s our version of the Royals and everyone tracks her movements like a hawk. Likewise, every woman here and wants to take a shot at besting April. If one of us could get the man that she wants, well, we would be a rock star in this town.”

Grace leaned in closer and whispered, “None of us know what happened in the hotel room this afternoon, but everyone knew that April was shaken. She had gone into your room her arrogant spoiled self, but when she came out, she was just a girl. You’re the only man that any of us had ever seen stand up to her and put her in her place.”

“To all of us that means you’re exceptionally special. You don’t cave in to her rich beautiful persona and you’re looking for something deeper. Like I said we don’t know what happened, but it was something special and a lot of us are looking for special.”

They sat together huddled in silence for a few seconds looking into each other’s eyes until Steve lifted his hand and cupped her face. He swept his thumb gently across her cheek as he said, “Thank you, Grace for telling me all of this and for your bravery, but I’m only here for a couple of days. It wouldn’t be fair to anyone if we should get involved.”

Grace looked at him for a second with a look of astonishment on her face. “I can really see why April was so taken by you. You are a very strong, imposing and dominant man, but one that also has a sensitive side and knows how to treat a lady. It’s very rare in these parts.” Grace stared at him wistfully for a few seconds and Steve could tell she didn’t want to give up on him yet.

Grace pulled her chair little bit closer pressing her breasts into his arm. She looked at him with her best adoring and impassioned look. Then in a seductively hopeful voice said, “If you change your mind you know where I am and I guarantee you’ll never regret it if you come for me.” She sat up straighter in her chair and in a more professional voice asked, “What would you like to eat Mr. McKinny?”

Steve sat up with all complements, but chose to only address her last question. “Grace, I’ll leave that up to you. Bring me whatever your best dish is and thank you for talking to me.”

Grace got up put her chair back where it belonged then went back to the kitchen with all the waitresses trailing wanting to know what happened. Steve nursed his beer for about a half-hour until Grace brought out a huge platter of food and a second beer. As she set the plate in front of him Steve noticed she had not buttoned up her blouse. The view allowed him a tantalizing glimpse at her small, but delicate and perky breasts.

Grace saw his eyes fixed on her chest and wiggled just a little bit to give him a better view. After their discussion the pressure was off and he was just a very nice guy that she enjoyed being around. When he finally looked back up into her eyes, she explained what the food was, “This massive piece of meat over here is actually a Bison rib. This piece on the side is barbecued Elk and the last piece is a bighorn sheep sausage. Then there is of course, the obligatory beans, toast and slaw.”

Steve looked back up into Grace’s eyes and said, “Thank you this looks very delicious and different.” Steve’s hand wrapped around Grace’s shoulders and brought her face even closer. When she was close enough his lips brushed her cheek in an almost brotherly kiss. “Thank you for the honest conversation and genuine company.”

Grace blushed a little bit as a huge grin split her face and she happily skipped away back to the kitchen. Steve dug in to the food with every bite being more incredible than the last. He definitely needed to put this on his list of fantastic restaurants. Everything was deliciously different, but with enough familiarity to make it comfort food.

Steve felt stuffed to the gills when he was finally finished and when Grace returned to ask about dessert he declined. When he asked for the check Grace told him there was none. He gave her a confused look then bursa escort she told him that the Hunt family owned the restaurant and his meal was complimentary. He had no idea how much the meal should of cost, but he dropped two twenty-dollar bills on the table for Grace as he walked out.

Steve took a slow walk around the town noticing that most of the shops were beginning to close. He made a slow meandering walk back to the hotel and tried to sneak through one of the side doors in an effort to avoid the twins. He made it up to his room pausing only to grab all of his camera gear and exited to the parking area to find his car.

The drive to the Marfa was about 45 minutes and he was not in a hurry so he just moseyed through the streets until he got to the highway. His Road trip CD was still in the player and Sheena Easton’s Strut was playing and while he liked the song, he wasn’t in the mood right now. At the next red light, he sifted through his CD case and decided a Moody Blues compilation fit his mood right now. He popped it in just before the light turned green.

The strains of Nights in White Satin from The Moody Blues were in full swing as he turned onto highway 90 heading towards Marfa. Steve still had several hours before the Marfa lights were supposed to appear, so whenever he found a side road, he did a little exploring. He wound up getting several spectacular pictures of the mountains glowing in the sunset.

By the time he reached Marfa he was mellowed out and ready to see what the Marfa lights were all about. Steve followed the signs to the official viewing platform where supposedly the Marfa lights could be seen. There were three other cars there as he setup his tripod and camera and the other people there had cameras setup on tripods.

The Marfa lights appear a couple of hours after sunset and they were supposed to be these ghostly visions that float over the landscape. They appear to be balls of light roughly head high and could be white, yellow, red, orange and sometimes blue or green. They occur year-round and at different times of the night. The apparitions sometimes float across the landscape and other times they dart quickly from point-to-point.

The studies of the lights have found a correlation with the traffic on the nearby highway 67. Many have implied that it is some kind of reflection of car lights on the highway, but Steve thought they just made really interesting photos. With a long exposure on his camera they would paint themselves into different surreal pictures. They made lots of very cool pictures with lights flashing over the ghostly landscape and that’s what Steve was hoping for.

In the waning hours after sunset as the time approached for the lights to appear, Steve saw a car approach the parking area. Strangely enough he didn’t park in the area but stayed at least 100 to 200 yards away. Steve wondered if this is the local that knew better vantage point and started to wander over to that position. He was about half way to the other car when the lights began appearing and Steve rushed back to his camera. He began frantically taking several pictures and, in this case, he decided to use his new digital SLR camera instead of the film.

In the car parked at the back of the lot, was a gentleman that had his rifle and scope trained on Steve’s back. The gentleman was still wearing his Stetson and ostrich Lucchese boots. When Steve started walking towards him, he was afraid he may just have to end it all right here. Fortunately, Steve turned back and he had time to ponder the situation.

His plan to discredit Steve as a kidnapper and woman abuser had not gone the way he wanted it to. The damn sheriff hadn’t even locked him up for Christ sakes. If he couldn’t discredit him then he needed to kill him. The discreditation action was cleaner and he had really hoped that would work, but it looked like it hadn’t.

He rested his rifle on the passenger window sighting on Steve. He waited to see if some of the other photographers would leave before Steve did and sure enough one by one, they all left leaving Steve alone. Once everyone except Steve was gone, he began his shooting procedure. First sighting in, controlling his breathing and as he began to squeeze the trigger his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

The vibration in his pants perked up the hackles on his neck and scared the tar out of him. He almost jerked on the trigger sending his bullet careening off into the distance. Fortunately, he pulled his finger away in time before the round went off. He pulled the rifle from the window and looked at his cell phone. The caller ID said it was the Holland hotel and so he answered it brusquely.

On the other end was a hushed female voice, “This is Consuelo, April just went up to Mr. McKinny’s room. She bribed me to give her a key so she could wait for him in the room. What do you want me to do about it?”

He thought for a few minutes then said, “Let’s let it play out Consuelo and see where this goes.”

He ended the call, picked up his rifle and ejected around from his rifle. Slid the rifle back into the case and put it on the back seat of his car. He quickly turned the engine on and headed back towards Alpine. On the way back he began pondering what this new development meant and where he could go from here.

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“Oh.”

Pain lanced through her head, radiating from a hot lump scabbing at her temple and migrating downward through her torso and causing her toes to curl. She didn’t open her eyes at first; she raised a hand, attempting to touch the wound but found that it was impossible. Lines that led to an IV drip and electrical leads tethered her forearm to her body. She let her arm drift downward and moaned again, gritting her teeth against the hurt.

Opening her eyes was a bad thing. Bright, blinding sunlight flooded her unused pupils and she gasped at the visual assault. Brightness crystallized and prismatic reflections bounced around her eyelids until the sea of white cleared and objects dialed into focus. She was astounded to find that the first thing she saw was the screen of a beat-up color television. Some blonde was begging a dark-haired guy for something. Didn’t make any sense but she didn’t linger long.

Hospital room. Her eyes took in the non-descript cream-colored curtains, the sea foam walls and the plastic serving tray. The center curtain was drawn and the television was dark on the other side, meaning that she was either alone or her roommate was sleeping. Fresh aches radiated through her body and she rose up on one arm, yanking the leads off and letting her feet seek purchase on the cold, tiled floor.

“Miss? Miss!”

The nurse’s words didn’t faze her; she slid the trocanter from her arm and arose, pressing a corner of sheet to the bleeding wound. “Where am I?”

“You don’t know where you are?”

“Would I be asking you if I did?”

The nurse circled her with wariness. “What’s your name?”

Her mind worked. She was alternately surprised and dismayed that no memories jumped into her brain and no name parted her lips. Her eyes scoured the walls for a nameplate and found none. The scrap of hospital paperwork on the tray contained no name and the plastic-encased wristband was blank, except for a few hyphenated numbers.

All at once, the fight left her. She forgot about the itchy adhesive from the electrical sites. She forgot about the weeping injury on the inside of her elbow. She even forgot about the thin hospital shift that barely covered her ass. All she could think about was the emptiness that now filled her mind and the confusion that coursed through her body.

Nurse Barb Pelinsky edged closer, her green eyes trained on the young woman. “What’s your name?”

She shook her head, astonished at not finding the ready answer. “I … I don’t know.”

*****

Dr. Brett Washburn stepped into the room, shoving a pen into his pocket. This was the third Jane Doe they’d had this week and he was feeling a sense of excitement about this one. She was awake. He had glanced into the rooms of the other two women and noted that they were still comatose. A striking redhead with 38DD jugs and a brunette with small Bs slept with the angels, waiting for the blessed awakening. What a waste.

Washburn pushed those thoughts aside as he approached the bed, gazing at the woman who glared back at him. Her shoulder-length black hair was tangled and her brown görükle escort eyes were steady and expressive. She sat back on the bed, crossing one well-shaped leg over the other and appraising him with anger. Long, manicured nails stair-stepped intercrossed fingers and her posture drew her spine straight, giving her an almost royal air.

“Miss … “

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

Her arrogant attitude shocked him and he paused in reaching for his stethoscope. “You don’t remember your name?”

“Nope.”

“What do you remember?”

“I remember some white bastard beating the hell out of me.”

Those words stunned him. “Do you remember what he looked like?”

“Nope.” She slumped at the release of the word. “Not really. Blond hair. Light eyes, maybe green or blue. White skin.”

Washburn nodded. “Good. That’s a start.” He nodded to the nurse. “Now, why don’t you relax? You’re in the hospital and you’re safe.”

“No, I’m not.” Her measured words caught the ears of everyone in the room. “I’m not safe. Not until I know how and why I got here.”

Dr. Washburn agreed. “That’s great, but until then, you are my patient. Now, if you’d kindly sit down, I’d like to take your pulse.”

Wearing a look of defiance, the girl known as Jane Doe allowed someone to touch her, a first since she’d been admitted eighty-six days earlier.

*****

Alex Pontorino stood patiently and watched as the doctor, two nurses and a technician left the room of the young black woman. None paid any attention to the janitorial staffer. After all, she was there to change the sheets, not to change the world. She was an inconsequential cog in the workings of life and even less important than those who could save lives.

“Alex?” She paused when the pretty blonde nurse spoke to her. “Make sure she has a fresh gown.”

Alex nodded and waited until they left before swinging the door shut and whisking the curtain closed. The woman sat up and stared at her, her eyes wide like an animal in the headlights. Alex was startled by her reaction but she relied on her training to help her adapt to it. “Hi, how are you?” She set the stack of fresh linens on the side tray and moved closer. “I’m Alex.”

She watched the woman closely, her angry brown eyes meeting with Alex’s mossy green ones. “So?”

“So? You aren’t gonna make many friends around here if you say ‘so’ when someone introduces themself.” Alex took another step, the pillowcase in her hand.

“Himself.”

“What?”

“Himself. Himself or herself. You don’t use themself with someone. Someone is singular.”

Alex chuckled. “Well, good to know one of us is good with English. Now, hand me your pillow.”

“Why? It’s fine.”

“No, it isn’t. You’ve been drooling on that sucker for nearly eight days now and it needs to be changed … ” Alex grinned. “Unless you want zits.”

The woman thought about her words and decided that she was telling the truth. “Okay.”

The janitor lady took the pillow from her and she observed her changing the pillowcase. She was not bursa escort bayan very tall, maybe 5’6″ but her dark, black hair made her hazel eyes leap into vibrant life. She was lean, except for a tiny bit of paunch around her middle and a climbing rose tattoo that disappeared under the cuff of her uniform’s sleeve. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Just part of the service.” She felt strangely unnerved by the woman’s lopsided smile and turned her attention to fluffing her pillow. “I’m gonna need you to get out of bed now.”

Alex watched the willowy black woman slide over the cold iron rails, wincing at the coldness of the floor tiles. Without thinking, she took the old pillowcase and double folded it, laying it at the woman’s feet. Her murmured thanks made the blood rush to her cheeks and she deftly stripped the bed, tossing the dirty linens into the basket, then headed into the bathroom, replacing the soiled towels.

“Okay. One more thing and I’ll leave you in peace.” Alex held out the fresh gown. “I need you to change into this. You can use the bathroom.”

For some odd reason, the sight of the nearly threadbare gown made her laugh and she shook her head. “You don’t expect me to wear that, do you?”

Alex laughed, too. “Hey, they told me to give you a new one.”

“Then could you find me one that doesn’t look like a J. Lo outfit?”

“Sure. I think I could do that.”

The woman smiled and sat back down on the bed, swinging her long legs under the crisp, clean sheets. “Thanks.” Her eyes were drawn to the darkening evening sky outside and tears burned in their dark brown depths. “That would be nice.”

Alex stood for a long moment and just stared at the beautiful black woman, wondering why she felt so compelled to talk with her. “How about I come by tomorrow?”

“Okay.”

“Great. Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As Alex moved out, she brushed by Dr. Washburn and the duty nurse, Pelinsky, who were observing the conversation and checking her charts. “She didn’t want the gown?”

“Ma’am?”

“I said, she didn’t want the gown?”

“Oh, no, ma’am. She wanted the gown. She just didn’t want one that was so transparent.”

The nurse nodded and Alex continued down the hallway, whistling as she looked forward to seeing the woman the next day. Maybe her friendship would help her towards remembering her life.

And just maybe, she would find Alex in those memories.

*****

“Lie still.”

The satin blindfold remained in place, leaving her in a dark hole while her body bloomed with heat and light. The tongue started at the inside of her knee, fat and thick, dragging wetly upward. She trembled as each nerve it crossed flowered into indescribable sensations, concentrically traveling outward and meshing over others. Her nipples, already puckered into hard buds, ached with secondary vibrations and a low moan of appreciation rumbled through her. She wanted to reach down to return the touches but found her hands pinned above her head.

“No touching.”

“That’s not fair.” She bursa escort whined, gasping as wet tongue found wetter flesh and lovingly stroked. Her throat ached with the effort to breathe past the delicious feelings and she accomplished that by gasping yet again, as tensile tongue gave way to silky fingertip and she was suddenly impaled by a thick, manicured length of flesh and bone. “Oh!”

“I am the only one for you, sweet.” The breathy words poured across her chocolate thighs, punctuated with unexpected nips and languorous licks. “And I mean to convince you of that.”

“Please,” Another gasp, another finger sliding deeply within pearly pink depths. “I never meant … “

“Oh, didn’t you?” Hot breath hovered over the hump of her mound, descending close until the tip of the tongue connected with her flesh. “I told you that you that no one could satisfy you like I could and you didn’t believe me.”

Another long groan, shortened by a gasp of pure pleasure. “Oh, please … “

“Please what?” Fingers slid into creamy pink, curving just slightly and brushing a spot that made her pussy flex in sweet response. “This is your punishment.” Thick lips lightly nibbled along her slick slit, sucking an outer lip in and releasing it with a loud smack. “This time, you’ll never forget.”

There were no more words. She couldn’t speak if she tried. The fingers withdrew and weight shifted on the big bed. The assault began anew; this time, the lips and tongue found her eraser-sized nipples and began to lick, suck and tug on them while something wide and vibrating parted her juicy pussy lips and sank into the sultry depths of her cunt.

“Oh, yes!”

“You are mine.” The voice whispered into her sex-fogged brain as her lover rocked against her, driving the vibrating dildo into her accepting body while gentle fingers pinched and rubbed her clit. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Louder.”

She gasped as an open mouth descended onto her neck, tongue swirling, then applying suction to the tender flesh. Blood filled her heated skin, sweat sheened her upper lip and a magma flow of pleasure came alive between her legs. The dildo plunged deeper and slower, the fat, thick head furrowing the same smooth row, its questing length reaching and stretching. Suddenly, the most powerful orgasm was upon her and she arched upward, taking the cock as far into her sodden channel, her joy articulated.

“I’m yours!”

*****

“She’s not dead.”

“What?” The incredulous voice on the other end of the line was furious. “I thought you said that you took care of her.”

“I did! I smashed her on the head with the fireplace poker. I guess her head is harder than I thought.”

“You’ve got to finish the job.”

“No way! I’m not gonna try to kill her again! I’ve been sick for days.”

“I don’t care! You have to finish it.”

“No, you finish it. I’m out of this.”

“No, you aren’t. I’ll take you down with me.”

“Look, this isn’t some bad chick-flick. No one will know … “

“Did you wear gloves?”

“Of course.”

“And you threw them away?”

“Of course.”

“You know, you should have thrown them away when you got home.”

“You didn’t.”

“I did. I have those gloves with your fingerprints in my possession and I will send them to the cops.”

“Bastard!”

“And damned proud of it. Now, finish the job.”

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She had been so wicked to me. She’d thought that the arousal from her teasing would fire me to want her. In that she was right. But also wrong. I wanted her regardless, now I also wanted to play with her, to bring HER to her knees if I could. We both loved this, this tug of war between hearts and between our legs. I watched her hands tremble beautifully as she reached for the cords she had tied me with.

“Dela, you know what I am going to do with you? How I am going to use your body? Can you imagine the punishments I can take from you, even when you are screaming that you are Cumming for me?” I asked her.

“I… I, oh god… I think so Sir… maybe” She looked down at this, her lips parting of their own, shiny with the anticipation of my skin slipping in their, letting her suckle me to placate my heat.

I waited quietly, letting her finish my legs first, then her now visibly shaking hands reached for the cords of my wrists. She had teased, prodded, made me her own. I had loved every second of it even as I screamed at her to stop or she would pay. Every groan, curse, plea drove her devils hips to fuck me faster, her cunt to suck the seed from me that she feasted on, pulled from me to devour like it was honey. As the last knot slipped away from my wrist she bolted, darting away to stall what she wanted and was afraid of.

To be honest, her speed surprised me. But how do you escape what you want? How do you outrun one whose need now engulfs your own? Dela made it to the door, then almost fell when my hand clenched her shoulder, pulling her back.

“Fast… very… very fast… slut… but now you pay” I hissed this right into her ear, my hands reaching to cup and squeeze her golden breasts. I reached for her nipples, pinching harder than before. I wanted this to sting, so that when I released she would feel the contrast. Dela shook in my arms, her gaze now on my hands, the fingers pulling her görükle escort nipples. I released, getting harder still at her moan of passion and release as her now free nipples ached for more. I cupped her breast, pulling it up, up. I pushed the nipple to her lips. Dela shook her head ‘No’. With my other hand I pulled her jaw down, watched her relax, suck her still burning nipple in to cool it down, her own fires now dripping from her legs. I released Dela’s jaw, now wanting to feel her vulva. I was shocked at her wetness, the aching push as she thrust at me. I pushed two fingers in, lewdly fucking her with my hand straight out, pumping like a cock.

Dela’s hips pushed back, trying to quell that need quickly. I could feel the muscles working, so close, she was so close. I pulled them out with a sucking labia screaming ‘please.. More’. I wanted her fire to grow, to match MY need. I had waited so long when she teased me. I pushed back in then, fucking her again, trying to get her closer.

“Push Dela, PUSH… do it, yes baby… push for me, fuck my hand like you want my cock. Dela… I want you… I WANT… YOU… fuck for me Dela… that’s IT, YESSSSSsssssssss… ” My voice trailed off, still clicking in her ear as she came for me, my hands drenched with her.

“DOWN… DOWN Dela… ” I laid her across my knee.

My cock was like steel, poking her stomach as she lay across me. I almost melted when she looked at me then, that angels face turned up to plead with her eyes to fuck her, PLEASE? Then I remembered that same face with a wicked grin as I asked the same thing.

“Count Dela, each one, out loud. ” I brought my hand down on her bare ass.

“Owww! one” her cheeks pinked so beautifully as I looked at her.

Smack!

“TWO!! ” she was squirming now, at only two, her ass pumping up to meet me. She had her eyes closed, her teeth biting her lower lip.

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“THREE… FOOOOOOURR… F.. F.. Five” Her voice was trailing now, her breathing ragged.

This went on till I reached ten. I could no longer deny her or myself. I pulled Dela up, facing me. She reached down, grabbing my cock as she fell on me. I went in like into a warm ocean. Her pussy grabbed me, milking me as I kissed her tears, the salt on my tongue. She sucked my tongue in, her hips a blur as we fucked, her mouth on me still, like another cock for her to enjoy. She came again, grinding on me. She pushed off me, sitting at me knees, pushing them open wide. I looked at her face as she stared at my wet cock. It had just been inside her. She looked like I’ve seen lions on TV look at prey. Her mouth was open when she started forward to me. My eyes closed involuntarily as I felt Dela engulf me. I was hers, totally. We played that I was Sir, her master, she a concubine, a whore, a pet. But like this, her head bobbing on me, I was lost. I would have done as she asked, begged her like she loved to hear.

“GOD DELA… SUCK me… god yesssssssss, suck me… you feel so fucking good… yessss. ” I grabbed her face, feeling my cock as it pistoned in… out, her jaw working me inside. I went in deep then, the tip slipping inside her throat, so wonderful. ” That’s is Dela, suck… feed on me do it… do it… do it… ” I trailed of then, just grunts, moans as I tried to focus.

She was relentless, pulling my sperm up, out to her mouth. I shot off in clingy ropes of cum. Each spasm she moaned deeper, pulled on my shaft harder. I was loved, milked by her mouth. I started this to playfully get even, but now I was again lost in her. I pushed her back again. She looked at me again with that same wicked grin, her chin wet with her exertions, my cum. I watched her as she stared into bursa escort my eyes, daring me to look away. She carefully, slowly scooped each drop off her chin, feeding the white finger like a child cleans the spoons when you bake a cake. I was her icing, a treat.

I reached for her again, felt her sliding away. I pulled her then, her gales of giggling like a whisper in your ear. I kissed her deeply again, twining my tongue with her, opening her cheeks as I fingered both her pussy and ass. I loved that gasp as she was violated. She tensed then released, again slipping my cock inside as I held her, my fingers and cocks fighting to go deeper. I pulled the fingers from her cunt out, still fucking her ass as I fucker her pussy with my cock. I was gone at that point, no longer rational. Dela drives me to this, this rapture where I no longer feel myself, I feel only the connection as we fire into each other, melt inside. Her legs were locked up around my head, that wonderful dancers limberness making me drive her down harder, try to grind her hips to dust as I fucked.

We rolled, fucked, slapped asses other to drive the other on. She yelled for me, cried out my name, called me lover, bastard, angel. I think I did the same. I did not care. I only existed to fuck her again, to feel her work me, pulled me inside her. I felt the contraction inside, pulling out to again feel her mouth on me. I placed my cock between her breasts, like fleshy globes to squeeze me. Her mouth sucked me in on each stroke. I was close then, her tongue out waiting again. I screamed out ‘yesssss’, cum coating her tongue and chin again. I painted her white, more semen than I can ever remember, especially so close to the other orgasm. Dela looked like a crazed woman then, sucking me to get that last drop out. She had gone to that state she calls ‘fuck drunk’. I was no longer there, I was a cock for her, her toy then. I watched her cheeks cave in, sucking me, the tongue sliding up and down my shaft, making my toes curl up again. I could watch her do it forever I thought. I knew again, I was lost, her punishment my reward till the next time, when I would again be the one begging, ‘yes… please… more… again, yes’

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The day after the general insanity at Elaine’s house I actually had to go to school the next day. And then pretend I was an ordinary high school kid with ordinary high school problems. That, I hasten to say, was not the case. I was going to the prom with Bridget Landau, the most beautiful girl east of the Mississippi. That was good. Bridget, however, had spent the night writhing between the sheets with my mother. That was less good. I’d attended an orgy where Bridget’s father had promised to fuck every woman in attendance in exchange for me demonstrating my autofellacial skills, and in a rage Bridget’s mother had ruthlessly squat-fucked me and left her nail marks all over my tender flesh. This, after I’d promised Bridget that I wouldn’t allow my stupidly huge cock anywhere near her mother’s luscious pussy.

Now that we’ve recapped the action, you can probably understand why I was a bit distracted on that humid day late in May. There were just two weeks of school left and two days until the prom. I’d already been accepted to college and no matter what happened my grades wouldn’t rise or fall that much. To be honest I just wanted school to end, wanted to get past the prom and graduation, and see what the future held.

I actually spent much of that day thinking about that exact subject. The future. I was going away for school, which meant that I would be away from my beloved Elaine, the sexy older woman who had introduced me to just about every sexual delight under the sun. I’d also be away from Elaine’s friends, who found my boy-next-door charm and gigantic penis an endless source of delight. And then there was Bridget, who I was pretty sure I loved, and who almost certainly was going to move to L.A. to try to become a singer/actress/whatever. As I sat in class I tried to imagine a scenario where Bridget, a woman of almost diabolical gorgeousness, would be interested in being my long-distance girlfriend while she made the scene in La-La Land. I had trouble imagining that. There was also the unhappy fact that Bridget was perhaps the least-talented singer/actress/whatever in the Western world, and that going to California would doubtless end in bitter disappointment. I also worried that Bridget did not in fact have feelings for me, that she was just acting out some evil scenario concocted by her barking-mad mother, and that I was going to end up getting totally fucked, and not in a good way.

So consider the turmoil inside my head as the final dismissal bell rang and I headed out to the parking lot and my car. My total (and understandable) focus on Bridget had alienated my friends and no one talked or so much as looked at me as I walked across the asphalt. I waited by my car and about a minute later a woman who would’ve been at home atop Mount Olympus strode up.

Just seeing Bridget made me forget all my troubles. So what if this didn’t last? So what, even, if she was a vicious harpy just like her mother. For now, for this particular moment, everything was perfect. No matter what happened in the future, I would trade all the heartbreak in the world for these precious moments of glory. And seeing her look at me, smile, walk up close, and kiss me on the lips…it was truly glorious.

And then Bridget looked at me in a stern way and said, “Did anything odd happen at Elaine’s last night?”

My lower lip trembled a bit. “Um, define ‘odd’. There were people having sex and other people watching. So far as that goes it was fairly normal.”

“Did anything happen with my Mommy and Daddy?”

Other than her father promising to fuck a dozen or so women and her mother getting volcanically angry about it? “No, not really,” I lied.

She frowned at me. “Really? There was some real tension at home this morning, Mommy seemed really mad about something. Are you sure nothing happened?

“Nothing.”

“OK,” she said, and I exhaled, thinking I was off the hook. And then Bridget said, “My Daddy still wants to see you today.”

Gulp. “Uh…why?”

She cocked her head. “I’m not sure. But he sent me a text about an hour ago and said he wanted to see you. You remember how to get to his office?”

I did and said so. She smiled again and said, “You picked up your tux?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“Not to toot my own horn, but I look incredible.”

“Carlo is an artist.”

“He is,” I said, stepping back and sweeping my hands down my body, “But look what he has to work with.”

She smiled, snuggled up close, and said, “I know what I have to work with. But I’d rather work on you when you’re not wearing anything at all.”

I broke out in a sweat. “Let’s do that right now, I know an abandoned gas station we could park behind…”

She laughed and said, “Mr. Romantic. No, you have to go see my Daddy.”

“You’ve no idea what he wants?” I asked, and she said, “No, but I can’t imagine it’s anything bad.” Then she froze me with her eyes and said, “Unless something görükle escort happened last night that you’re not telling me.”

I thought about how I’d sucked my own cock to arouse her father, how I’d arranged for him to bone every woman in attendance, how his wife had pinned me to the ground and ferociously fucked me in revenge. “Nope,” I bleated, and she smiled, kissed me again, and said, “Tell Daddy about your tux, he’ll want to know about it”.

*****

Mr. Landau’s office was in a corporate park not too far from our school. In fact it had a campus-like feel to it-wide lawns, paths meandering from building to building, and rather a large number of hot, sexy women walking around. Actually, they weren’t walking around-they were gathered around the entrance to the building Mr. Landau worked in. And I recognized most of them. They were the women who had been at the orgy last night. The women Teddy Landau had promised to fuck in exchange for me blowing myself.

They hadn’t waited long before they came collecting.

The front door opened and, in frightening unison, the dozen or so women suddenly turned as one and made a break for it. A uniformed security guard quickly shut it behind him and pressed himself hard against the glass. “Ladies, please!” he shouted. “Stay right where you are! I’ve warned you, I will call the police if you don’t behave!”

The threat did little to dissuade the women, who pressed close around him. Very close. Hands started roaming over his body, caressing him, and one woman I was very familiar with, Elaine’s friend Crystal, began running her long-nailed fingers up and down the fly of his dark-blue pants.

The security guard was a tall, burly guy in his fifties with forearms like Popeye. But his eyes were filled with terror at this feminine onslaught. “Ladies,” he repeated, his voice quavering, “Mr. Landau instructed me to tell you all…that you should go home.”

Pandemonium.

The woman started screaming, shrieking, clawing at the poor man lifted his hands and feebly tried to keep them at bay. One of the shorter women knelt and tried to worm between the guard’s legs, and he went up on tiptoes as she buried her head in his crotch and tried to wriggle by. Even from this distance I could see that the poor bastard was in a bad spot. “Ladies!” he yelled, his voice a half-octave higher. “The door is locked! You can’t get in!” He stepped aside and let them tug at the door to verify that this was so. Twelve sets of eyes studied the door for a long second…and then twelve sets of eyes slowly turned to look back at the unfortunate guard. It was like watching a dozen hungry hawks give a chipmunk the once over.

The women advanced. He showed some level of animal cunning by backing up until he was against leaning hard against the door. The ladies surrounded him and against I saw Crystal’s fingers at work-she popped the bottom button on his pale-blue shirt and her hand disappeared within. Completely surrounded, he still found courage enough to speak. “Mr. Landau said,” and here the guard swallowed hard and took a quick breath, “that he won’t be able to give each of you the attention she deserves. So he asks that you leave for the night…and call his office tomorrow to make an appointment.”

Bedlam again. “No fucking way!” a hysterical woman’s voice said. “I’m staying here! I’ll sleep in my car if I have to!”

“I’ll pitch a tent right here!” another shrieked. “No one is getting ahead of me in line!”

There was more screaming and yelling and the poor security guard winced under the verbal assault. Under the assault of Crystal’s fingernails he looked completely discombobulated-it looked like she was running her fingers around his right nipple, and he looked down at her and she looked up at him and the color ran out of his face. No doubt headed for more southern locales. He took another deep breath and said, “Mr. Landau said that he will see the rest of you by appointment only! And that if you do not disperse…” and here Crystal nudged his groin with her knee, and he shuddered, “…if you do not disperse, I’m to call the police!”

There was another minute of him demanding they leave and a dozen women trying everything short of stripping him naked and convening a gang-bang before they gave up. To be honest I’m surprised they DIDN’T try to fuck their way through the door, but chances are their sexual hunger was focused on just one man, and that man was in the eighth-floor corner office. The women sullenly turned away and walked to their cars and I decided it would probably be a good idea if I stayed out of sight. I trotted behind an SUV parked just to my left and waited quietly. It was a good idea…except that the SUV happened to be parked right next to Crystal’s car.

She saw me and a smile a thousand miles wide lit up her face. “Oh, baby, you are manna from Heaven,” she said.

“Um,” I said and she put her hands on my biceps and said, “I don’t know why you’re here and I don’t care. You’re coming home with me, right now, and I am bursa escort bayan going to fuck your brains out. I am going to fuck that gorgeous cock so many times you’re gonna be late for school tomorrow.”

My penis started to float within my pants but I stayed put. “Believe me, I’d like nothing more than to go back to your place, have you suck my cock, have you sit on me, have those beautiful big boobies bouncing in my hands while you ride me,…”

She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, “Danny, baby…”

“…but Mr. Landau said he wanted to see me. And I shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

Crystal’s nails dug into my arms a bit more, but then she released me. “Will you do me a favor?” she asked, and when I said I’d do anything for her, she said, “Please have him put me at the top of his appointment book for tomorrow? I want to have him when his cock is at full strength. Please?”

“Of course,” I said, and she kissed me on the cheek. I turned to go and she said, “Oh, Danny?”

“Yes?”

“Send that security guard to me. He’s been here all day and he must be getting off work soon. He’s handsome and his cock made a tent out of those slacks. He’ll do for now.”

“Uh, OK,” I said, “I’ll ask him.”

She looked disappointed. “Danny, don’t ask. Just tell him. Believe me, he’ll come. He’ll come to me. And then he’ll come for me. Inside me. He’ll come.”

“Uhh,” I said, and gave half a thought to ignoring Mr. Landau’s summons and testing the suspension of Crystal’s car. But I tightened my jaw, nodded, and turned toward the door.

Which was, of course, locked. I pressed the button and the guard, sitting at a desk and mopping his brow with a hankerchief, jerked bolt upright. When he saw that it was me and not a platoon of shrieking woman in heat he timidly walked toward the door. “What?” he barked.

“I have an appointment to see Mr. Landau? Daniel Payton?”

He looked puzzled. “An…appointment?”

I quickly figured out what he was confused. “Not that kind of an appointment,” I said. “I’m dating his daughter, he wanted me to stop buy after school.”

That seemed to penetrate his frazzled brain and he said, “Any of those women around?”

“Nope.”

He let out a long breath and closed his eyes. “OK,” he said, and unlocked the door. He quickly locked it behind me and slumped against the door. “Jesus wept,” he moaned.

“Bad day?” I asked.

He looked at the wall with that thousand-yard stare. “I was on the job for 30 years,” he said. “I worked some bad parts of the city, had to shoot a guy one time, got stabbed in the arm once. I arrested drug dealers and murderers and gangsters. But today…” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I thought this was gonna be a cushy job, make a few bucks till I’m ready to retire for good. But those women…if it’s gonna be like this…”

“It might get weird from time to time,” I said, “but I think you got past the worst of it today.”

He let out a deep sigh. “I mean, Mr. Landau’s a good-lookin’ guy and all, but, Jesus. Those women tried to bull-rush past me this morning. When I stopped them, they started…touching me.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Touching me all over,” he said, obviously uncomfortable and also obviously wishing it hadn’t stopped where it had.

“About that,” I said. “The woman who was touching you…under your shirt?”

“What? You saw that?” he said, and when I nodded he said, “The blonde with the big ti…with the big, um, bosoms?”

“Yeah, her. Her name’s Crystal, she’s very nice…and she’s waiting out in the parking lot for you.”

He blanched. “She’s waiting for ME? Why?”

I looked at him, he looked at me, and I shrugged. I didn’t have to say it and I really didn’t want to. The poor guy looked pole-axed. “I…well…really?” I nodded again and he said, “What do I do?”

That threw me, him asking me for advice. “Well…are you married?” I asked. “If you’re married just tell her so and…”

“Nah, divorced for about ten years now,” he said. “Hard being a cop’s wife. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t had women since then, but these ladies today were…”

“Crazy.”

“Yeah, crazy. But they were also really good-lookin’, too. And that blonde one was about the worst…and the best, if you get what I mean.” He turned his forearms over and sheepishly showed me a number of long, thin scratches. “Crystal’s handiwork,” I thought to myself and I nodded sympathetically. “So whaddya I do?” he asked.

“You do what you want. You’re an adult, so is she. Like I said, she’s very nice. And very pretty, yes?”

“Oh, man, hell yeah. She’s gorgeous. I mean…just gorgeous.”

“Do what you want. Haven’t you earned some fun?”

He looked nervous again. “Yeah. It’s just outta left field, y’know? I came to work today expecting a nice, slow, boring day. And then all this happened.”

I smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and for the first time noticed the nameplate above his right shirt pocket. “Frank,” I said, “Welcome to my world.”

I bursa escort walked to the elevator, pressed “8”, and waited. Frank sat there at his desk thinking about it. “You really think it’d be OK?” he asked.

The elevator doors opened and I said, “I can guarantee it’d be better than OK.” And then I stepped inside and let the doors hiss shut.

*****

I figured that Teddy Landau’s office would be an oasis of calm compared to the madness I’d found below. That assumption quickly changed when the elevator doors opened and I stepped into the small foyer that led to two tall, glass doors with LANDAU & ASSOCIATES stenciled in thin letters upon them. Something caught my ears’ attention before I pushed through the doors…a voice, but I couldn’t make out what it was saying. As soon as I opened the doors, however, that became clear.

“UHHHH!! UHHH!!! UHHHH!!” a hoarse woman’s voice called out like a mantra. “YEAH!! YEAH!!!!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!! Oh my GOD, yes, YES! Teddy, yes, keep fucking me, KEEP FUCKING ME!!!!”

The…noise was coming from down the hallway from where I was standing. Right before me was a neatly-appointed desk that probably belonged to Teddy’s secretary…who was nowhere to be seen.

“Um, hello?” I said in a tiny voice. “Anyone…hello? It’s…uh…me?”

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME!” a woman called out…only it was a different woman’s voice. This one was half-an-octave higher and getting higher with every shriek. “YES! YES! PLOW ME! FILL ME UP! FILL ME UP WITH YOU FUCKING COCK!!!!”

OK then. I sat down on a couch by the desk and picked up a magazine. The Atlantic, to be specific. As the woman down the hall pleaded with Mr. Landau to “DRIVE YOUR COCK DEEPER, DEEPER!!!!” I turned to an article dealing with how European banks were coping with some new EU regulations and was really, really, really getting into the subject when another woman starting moaning like a tigress in heat.

“Oh Teddy, fuck me, FUCK ME! YES! FUCK ME! PULL MY HAIR AND FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!! Come in me, PLEASE COME IN ME!!!”

I sat there with the magazine in my trembling hands when my peripheral vision spotted something to my left. My head jerked around…and it was a young woman. She was completely naked except for a pair of high heels, her long black hair was a tangled mess, and the expression on her face was that of someone who’d just endured a prolonged artillery barrage.

Her eyes seemed to focus, and then…she saw me. She nodded, took a few tottering steps back into the back office, and I faintly heard her say, “He’s here.”

“Danny!” Mr. Landau said. “You can come on back!!”

“Oh, good,” I said under my breath.

Edward Landau’s office was what you’d expect for a successful attorney-big mahogany desk, pictures and plaques on the wall, shelves packed with tomes of an intimidating size, magnificent leather furniture. One of the pieces was a long couch, upholstered in buttery burgundy leather, that was so exquisite that I noticed it’s beauty despite the three gorgeous women, each wearing nothing but a pair of spike heels, who were draped over it.

My mind finally moved from the furniture to the women, in particular the luscious vanilla-scoops of their derrieres, each perched high in the air and right there for the taking. And the man doing the taking was at the moment enthusiastically reaming the woman on the far right. Last night Mr. Landau had experienced some difficulty getting a hard-on before he fucked Elaine-he was having no such troubles today. His huge penis was furiously erect and he was driving it over and over with audibly moist strokes into the vagina of a woman writhing in ecstasy.

“Danny,” Mr. Landau panted, “I think you remember meeting these ladies last night.. He pointed to the buttocks directly in front of me and said, “That’s Gina, my current secretary…” and the dark-haired young woman who’d spotted me lifted her head to give me an exhausted smile, “…and this is Marissa, my former secretary,” and the gorgeous thirtysomething redhead lying in the middle arched her back, saw me, and said, “I will do anything for you, anything, you just ask and I’m yours,” and then Mr. Landau grabbed the hips of the woman he was fucking and REALLY started to nail her and he said, “And this is Alexandra, my other former secretary” and the elegant blonde who about my mother’s age wrenched her head my way and sobbed, “Thank you, thank you so much, I love you!”

Of course I’d met these three women the night before at Elaine’s little soiree, and I waved feebly and said, “Yeah, nice to see you all again.” Last night they’d been seething because Teddy was about to fuck another woman and it wasn’t them. Then I stepped in, got Teddy to agree to bone every female in the room, and now they looked like the three happiest women on Earth.

Teddy gave Alexandra a few more thrusts before abruptly withdrawing and spearing Marissa from behind. There was an almost simultaneous “No!!!” from Alexandra and “Yes!!!!” from Marissa as Teddy started fucking her.

“I hope you don’t mind if we chat while I indulge myself,” Teddy said as his hips pumped and Marissa moaned. I couldn’t help but look and found that, yes, Marissa was a true redhead. Teddy said, “I think I only have one shot left in me and I want to make this last a bit.”

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Toy Town was the biggest toy store in the state; it rivaled the other one with the big giraffe. I was a seasonal employee, a decent job to have during the winter break from college. Like most twenty-something girls, I had and affinity for kids and it showed in my work. I helped kids pick out toys on their Christmas list, and help parents find those toys. The pay sucked, but the job was fun. Hectic, but fun.

Another perk was the employee discount. I have several nieces and nephews that are all toy-buying age and I planned to pay cash for their presents this year, so that discount would help.

It was a Saturday before Christmas and the store was busting at the seams with customers trying to find a last minute gift. The managers had gone home and left Jenna in charge, which meant it was chaos on the floor.

Most employees tended to blow off their duties when the higher-ups were gone. I’ve even been known to do so once or twice. Okay, more often than that, but at that time, I was the only one working.

Somehow, amidst all the confusion, I find The Toy. The hot item that everybody wants this year, including my youngest niece. I grab it and head for the back where we keep the overstock and hide it. I’ll get it after we close and no one will know, or they will but not care.

Two hours later and the store is still a mad house. People everywhere, kids everywhere. It was crazy. Then came the question:

“Do you have ‘The Toy?'” a soft voice from behind me said. It was almost a joke and I turned around to face her.

She was tiny. A small woman that was my age in the way she carried herself, but a young girl in how she looked. Just barely over five feet and her waist was so small. She wore a low-slung light brown shirt that matched her eyes. Her hair was light brown with a hint of blonde and she wore it in ponytails, the kind that sit görükle escort on top of the head and point backwards. The only thing big about her was her breasts; a modest C cup but they looked much larger. Her midriff was exposed and she had a flat stomach and a belly-button ring sparkled in the middle.

“I’m sorry?” I said quickly, trying not to let on that I was staring at this beautiful woman. She smiled as if she knew.

“The Toy. You know, this thing,” she turned around and pointed to the in-store display. I stole a quick glance at her ass and her super-tight pants revealed a thong. She was perfect.

“Oh,” I said, almost stuttering. “That! No, I’m sorry, but we’re all sold out.” I remembered the one I had in the back. Tough, it was mine.

“Really?” she said a twinkle in her eye. “I know all of you employees have one stashed somewhere. Tell the truth…”

I smiled and apologized again.

“I’ll make it worth it,” she offered.

I thought of the empty training room, newly remodeled and furnished and I raised an eyebrow. Last time I was with a girl was in school and that had been some drunken fun, but this was too much.

“How’s that?” I said, playing along. I already felt a spark in my own thong.

She whispered in my ear: “I saw you looking at my ass. I know you want to see this package unwrapped.”

The training room was a little used room that the higher-ups had conferences in. Nobody was ever trained there. Right now, the door was obscured with six pallets of boxes that stood six feet high. so most people wouldn’t even know it was there. It was perfect. We got in and closed the door, locking the dead bolt.

“I’m Helena,” she said and pulled me to her. She kissed my ear and down my neck.

“I’m Amy,” I gasped, kissing her back. She smiled and kissed me forcefully as she unbuttoned bursa escort bayan my pants.

“I know,” she pulled down the top of my pants and I felt her hand cross my thin strip of carefully trimmed pubic hair. It lingered on my clit and slipped inside my pussy. I moaned softly.

“How do you now my name?” I gasped and pulled her blouse up. She wore no bra and her breasts were real. I kissed and licked all over them, careful to give adequate attention to the nipples.

“Name tag,” she said and pulled my top off. She undid my bra and shoved me towards the couch. I tried to sit down, but she made me kneel on the seat and lean across the back of it. She pulled my pants down and off. It was a little awkward, but I soon found out what she was doing: she left the thong on.

She kissed my ass and the back of my thighs. Slowly and longingly. I felt her tongue get ever closer to my crack and my pussy, but then dart away. I thought I would die from the suspense and then I felt the thong get pulled to the side. I kept my asshole shaved and as she licked down and around it I now knew why.

Around and around she went, almost in my ass, almost in my pussy. I quivered and reached for my clit and she would slap my hand. She was in it for the long haul. With out warning, her tongue stabbed in to my asshole and I squealed.

In and out, fast like she was fucking me. I felt her fingers in my pussy and on my clit at the same time. I felt her tongue in my pussy. She was everywhere and I screamed into the couch cushions.

“MMMMMMMM!” I grunted. “Oh, yes!”

I felt a finger in my ass, then two. I had never been there before and I like it. Loved it!

“Fuck!” she said angrily and grabbed my panties and tore them off. It hurt as the waistband pulled against my stomach, but it also felt good. She pumped with her hand bursa escort and jabbed with her tongue.

I couldn’t take it any more and I rolled over. I grabbed her twin ponytails and pulled her up to me, kissing her deeply tasting my own pussy on her tongue. She moaned into my mouth and I quickly pulled her pants off with my feet.

She went down on me and I pulled those ponytails, riding her face like a bronco. I could see her nose buried in my strip of pubes and her eyes twinkled at me. Her fingers found my asshole again as I lifted my ass up to encourage her. Then she pushed me over on to my back so that I was lying on the couch.

I saw her pussy for the first time as she lower it onto my face, a small-lipped, glistening joy that wasn’t obscured by a trace of hair. She kept her mouth on my own pussy and her finger thrusting into my ass as she reached back and pulled my hair, hard, as if to return the favor tenfold.

I moaned and let her have it. I licked her pussy long and deep, giving short thrusts her and there. Although it was as clean-shaven as the rest of her, I was hesitant to go near her asshole. I licked around it and barely rubbed my finger across it when she reached back and pulled my hair up and forced my face into it. I figured she had done it for me…

I jabbed my tongue in and she went wild. She bucked my face and I held on. We sucked and licked and I had four fingers pumping into her asshole when she came. Her cries were muffled my pussy. Without warning, I came during the middle of hers. My head fell to the couch and I screamed.

We were both spent. A fine sheet of sweat covered our naked bodies and pussy filled out mouths.

“That was awesome,” Helena said breathlessly as she rolled off of me. “You’ve done this before.”

“Never with someone’s asshole,” I made a point to like my fingers for her.

“Ooo, you’re my kind of girl,” she approached me and slid a finger into my pussy. ‘When do you get off?”

“I just did,” I said impishly.

“I meant, when do you leave work?”

“Right now, for good,” a voice behind us said. It was Jenna.

To be continued…

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“I’m curious.”

Eric Crowe leaned on the door threshold of Margo Needy’s bedroom. She was changing her bed sheets for the seventh time this week. With the boys sex drives her bedding was ruined nearly every day. Not that she complained but doing laundry so often was getting tiresome. Maybe she needed a maid. Naaa! Too expensive.

“Curious about what?” She tightens her fitted sheet bending over in front of him in the nude. She had showered earlier, while her bedding was in the dryer and just never bothered getting dressed. Even if she had it was likely she would be naked all over again in under an hour. Between the boys sexual appetite and Heath Talbot’s expectations of late becoming more and more demanding. He preferred her nude 24/7 but that would not be in the cards.

“The other day when we drove the Corvette into Wildwood, I pointed out that the plate stickers on all of Darryl’s cars were expired. Do you even maintain car insurance on them?”

“I do. That comes right out of our…my checking. Most of my bills are directly paid online or just come right out of the account. Why do you ask?”

“Just wondered. I do have a small savings. If you need help getting stickers I’d be happy to maybe buy two. Vette and the Edge? The classic cars I’m sure are a lot more expensive. My Grandad has a ’57 Ford Skyliner he rebuilt. Snazzy car, I hope he leaves it to me in his will.”

“That’s sweet of you Eric. Is it because you wish to drive them without getting a ticket? Which would also get me one.” She smirks running her palms over the fitted sheet to smooth out wrinkles.

“My car’s a piece of junk. I’d be glad to be your Chauffeur when you need one.”

“I’ll let you buy one sticker. Your money is yours. Thank you for the offer. We’ll get the Edge sticker because that gives us more room for groceries and the like.”

“Back seats go down to give us room for sex?”

“They do.” She flares her eyes with a hopeful smile. “I’ll tell you what. Let me finish making our bed and I’ll get dressed and we can drop by the D.M.V. together. Unless you have other plans?”

“Nope. I know the guys are all working, so it’s the perfect time to do this.”

“Should I dress casual or slutty?” She winks knowing her attire the last time they went to town.

“You rarely wear pants. How about you cover up for once?”

“Butt zipper jeans? You can still get me naked if you get a wild hair.”

“Perfect.”

“Extreme cleavage halter top? Barely cover my breasts, so you can just draw it aside and show me off?”

“Sounds like you want me to.”

“What I want is to please you Eric. All of you. I want other men to envy you.”

“Yup! That got the dick hard.” He laughs patting his cargo shorts in the crotch.

“I aim to please. Keeping it hard is what I live for.”

“As gorgeous as you are that’s never going to be a problem. I’m sure you notice I have a hard on anytime I’m around you.”

“That beautiful man should be hard even when you’re not at home. Do you think of me while at work?”

He chuckles shyly, “Yeah! I’ve been called on it a few times. Couple girls that work at the theater think it’s because of them.”

“Is it?”

“Sometimes I guess. They are pretty hot. One of them likes me, but I’m just not ready for any real relationship.”

“You have one with me.” She sticks her tongue out as she flutters her top sheet over the mattress and begins tucking it in.

“You think of all of us as your mates?”

“Not mates, but I do enjoy thinking of myself as yours. All of yours.”

“Sounds like you’re letting Heath get in your head with his Master stuff.”

“Is that so bad? The idea of being owned is rather appealing. Roleplay works best, but I don’t mind living the role as much as you boys want me to.”

“We should never have locked you inside that leather cell in the attic.”

“Why not? I love being tied up and used. Tuck in the foot of my bed please.” He leaves his door and assists her as she begins changing the pillow cases.

“Owning you sounds awesome Mom. I’m just not sure I’m that dominating.”

“I’ve felt your dominance Eric. All you need to do is have confidence in yourself. I will do whatever you ask…anything you tell me to do. While I am happy that you have a conscience I want you to overcome your doubts and evolve.”

“What I want is for you to just be yourself. I love when you just tease and tell me you want me.”

“I do want you. For as long as you want me. If I have my way you boys would be living here with me for years to come. Providing I don’t lose this place. If I can get the money to convert the house into that Bed & Breakfast and make it worthwhile enough to afford everything I’ll need help around here. Perhaps a change of occupation?”

“Something to consider. I do have Manager experience.”

“I have someone very special to my soul in mind for that. Would Assistant Manager suit your needs?”

“Please tell me you’re not talking about Elliot.”

“Oh, no. Elliot needs to go to college. görükle escort My freedom since he has been gone has been wonderful. Thanks to my four sweet lovers.”

“Five if you count Jeff.”

“Yes, five.” She giggles. “Blanket.” She points behind Eric toward her dresser where it sat. Retrieving it they finish making her bed. Once done she turns to face him and wraps her arms about his neck. “Thank you for your help Sweet Eric.” A warm kiss leads his hands to roam her backside, steamy kiss at that. Nudging her to walk backwards they collapse on to the bed and just make out. Warm bedding was not pleasurable in the noon day heat. Sighing, Eric sits up and just rubs her belly as she lay there looking up at him with sparkling adoration.

“You have the most amazing eyes Margo.”

“As do you. I love your touch.” She whispers and enjoys his caresses.

“Think we should get going in case we have to wait in line?”

“After you turn me on like this?”

“We can come home and make love. Let’s go for a ride.”

“Tease truckers again?” She bites her lower lip trying to inspire him.

“Only if you pull one over and climb up on his rig and masturbate.”

“Mmmmm! Like a big hood ornament?”

“So I can take pics.”

“Peterbilt.” She snickers. “I would do that for you.”

“For the driver too. Face his windshield and squirt all over it.”

“LOOOOOVVVVVING IT.” She shivers sitting up and kissing him hard on the lips before escaping. Heading to her closet she returned in blue jeans and a sparkling gold sequin draped halter that covered her breasts but revealed her entire cleavage down to her belly button. 80% of her tits were in full view. Doing a 360 she lets him see her bare back with her butt zipper down to her clam.

“Daaaamn! That top doesn’t hide much. You gonna leave the zipper down?” He laughs.

“On the way to town absolutely. At the D.M.V. they might not approve. We don’t want them to deny me the stickers.”

“And, that cleavage won’t?”

“I’m covered enough. They can’t say I’m not.”

“If you can get away with what you did at the bank I’m pretty sure the D.M.V. is at your mercy.”

“We shall find out together. I don’t have to take my purse now. I have pockets.” She goes to her dresser and retrieves what she needs from her purse, which included her I.D., credit card, and lip gloss. Carrying them at first Eric halts her in her tracks and claims her hand in order to examine her I.D.

“Sexy pic even on your I.D. You might wanna renew this too.” He points out the expiration date on her card.

“I owe you again. It’s been expired for two months now. Without Darryl I get lazy with the small things in life.”

“I think you need me to help run any business you start up. Bed & Breakfast or whatever you decide works best for you.”

“I will adapt, don’t you worry. But, I will keep you handy.”

“Let’s ride MILF.”

As he turned away Margo felt mischievous and jumped on to his back in mid stride. Wrapping her legs around his waist she hugged him tightly, “My chauffeur is so sexy.” He laughed and physically did carry her all the way downstairs. “Shoot! Forgot my shoes again.”

“Stilettos in the vehicle. Wear them.” Eric tows her to the vehicle bowl where only the family car keys were kept. She reaches down and selects the key to her Ford Edge signified by the Ford symbol on the key ring remote. Passing them down to Eric she kissed his earlobe and nuzzled his neck all the way out to the garage. Best ride ever.

At the garage entrance he stood her up before entering and she threw her arms around his neck for a succulent lip lock that lasted three minutes. She absolutely loved kissing her man. Men. Eric was just special to her heart today. Feeling her butt zipper go down and his hands on her bare bottom she broke her kiss with a crisp smile and playful eyes. Then came a pinch to her ass making her jump.

“Y’know Margo…a guy could definitely fall in love with you easy. My hearts all over the chart around you.”

“My heart soars for all of you Eric. But, I’ll admit I find your heart very appealing. When I say I love you I mean it.”

“Which goes for all of us?”

“Yes. I love all of you. I will give each of you the same passion as the other. Just as I hope that you can all share the love for me equally. Can you do that without…” Before she could finish her sentence his lips stormed hers for another three minutes of smoldering temptation.

“So, does this make you my girlfriend?”

“If you like. As long as you understand I wish to be all of yours.”

“Weird, but I’m game as long as I get this kind of loving every day.”

“I swear on my life I will make you all very happy.”

“Just us?”

“All men, but you four…five…are my priority. For the record, Darryl instilled in me that I must love all men equally, passion included. I will always honor that command even unto death. Can I count on you to be there for me in that respect?”

“Meaning what? Protect you from bursa escort bayan men that might abuse that honor?”

“Yes. As Darryl protected me from harm.”

“Always. Come on before the D.M.V. closes because we kiss too much.” He laughs opening the side door to the garage for her. She enters as always igniting the garage door in front of her chosen vehicle, which happened to be a white 2016 model Ford Edge, mint condition only needing a bath from sitting idle. Unlocking the vehicle for her she goes to the hatchback and lifts it in order to retrieve her stiletto heels from the matching suitcase that she kept in every car. Closing up, she carries the shoes and gets into the passenger front seat, next to Eric whom had already gotten behind the steering wheel. “Leather everything. Darryl knew how to live the life of Riley, as my Dad says.”

“How is Dale?”

“Cranky here lately.” He scowls starting the Edge up, shocked that it started having sit so long even after Elliot had kept them running. That was one good quality Margo’s adopted son had. About the only one in the long run. “Mom drives him bonkers. Lily is even thinking about moving out but she really can’t afford to. I hope she doesn’t make a mistake and moves in with some random guy.”

“Did you not set her up with your friend Ben?”

“I did. They’re dating, but it won’t last. He’s a wuss overall.”

“When am I going to be introduced?”

“To Lily? We’ll see. She’s pretty openminded but she does like to talk. I’m afraid Mom will catch wind of our escapades and bring down fire and brimstone.”

“Then, let’s hope she does not discover what you do to me at the D.M.V.” She giggles resting her heels on the floorboard until they reach the town of Wildwood.

“Funny, that’s where Mom works.”

“WHAT?” Margo cracks up with a look of surprise.

“Just kidding. Mom works at a Bakery. Brian’s stepmom’s Bakery.”

“Drive me crazy Eric Crowe.” She winks at him then rolls her hand over his chest from a distance.

“Drive drive? Or, DRIVE DRIVE?” He chuckles moving her hand from his chest to his tented crotch.

“Mmmm! Can you stay on the road if I give you a hand job while driving?”

“Probably not. Better wait.” He rolls his eyes then pulls out of the garage. She closes the door via remote and watches it go down before returning her attention to Eric, now driving the path out toward the road. “Random thought. Why didn’t Darryl put in a paved road out here? Gravel and dirt erodes. I bet in winter it’s hell getting in and out of here.”

“He managed. Of course he would be gone for weeks at a time. I had plenty of food and stuff. Besides the Road Commissioner always made certain the road was clear for the school bus coming out to get Elliot.”

“Long trip out here. I’m shocked the school even did that.”

“Darryl was quite influential.”

“Sounds like he had everyone in the palm of his hand.”

“He had me to assist his influence. I can be…persuasive.”

“Dammmn! Okay, hand job.”

“See? Palm of my hand too.” She unzips him and pulls his beast out for air. Spitting into her hand as lube she reaches over and strokes him to full tilt gear shifter. “I absolutely adore this cock Eric.”

“It adores you. You always know the perfect rhythm, that feels awesome.”

“I’ve perfected every sexual practice. You have only seen small portions of how good I am. When I set my mind on something I must be perfect every time.” She feels him swerve slightly jostling them about on the gravel, “Stay focused Eric. So will I.”

“Hard to, because I’m already wanting to jizz.”

“Not until we get to the highway. Just relax and let Mom do her job.”

“Trying. I’m starting to think you use Mom more than we do these days.”

“I’m used to it now. It’s dirty and erotic now that I’m a Cougar.”

“Always gonna be Mom to me.”

“Good. Now let Mommy do her work. Eyes on the road, not my tits.” He was staring at her monstrous cleavage barely hidden behind her loose halter. More spit required she unhooks her seatbelt and moves to her knees in the seat to lean over Eric’s lap and spit directly on his crown. Both hands in use as the road tossed them about a bit, she held on to his beast tightly. It was her anchor.

“Almost to the main road.”

“Stop before turning on to the highway and let Mommy finish you off.”

Four minutes later Eric brakes at the end of her side road and puts the Edge in park. Easing the motorized seat back he reclines and lets her stroke him vigorously. He groans at her hands as she watches his eye lids flutter. It inspired her to cup his crown with her right hand, while maintaining a steady stroke.

“He’s close I can tell.” She whispers with anticipation.

“I love you Mom.” He whimpers, twitching at the closing act brewing in his cock.

“And, I love my son.” She nibbles her bottom lip expecting a detonation at any second. On the highway passing in front of them multiple cars go unaware of their deed. Margo considered that bursa escort foreplay. Tempted to take him outside and ask him to bend her over the hood for all to see crossed her mind. Maybe later. For now her actions would remain inside. “Cum for me Eric.”

“ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!” That he did. She captures his explosive semen in her cupped hand and jerks him to a finality. Once his body convulses she removes her coupled hand and draws it to her tongue licking samples and rolling her own eyes back at his sweet taste. Lashes batting she opts to glare at Eric looking up at her feast and she grins. Lowering further over him she brings her hand to his mouth and coaxes him into tasting himself. She then joined him in licking her hand off. Eric Crowe found it disturbing but strangely erotic to taste himself. Once licked clean Margo returns her hand to his erection while French kissing him in a madness of lust.

“Did you like that Sweet Eric?” She eases away nibbling at his lip.

“I…think so. Wow! I’ve never…wow!”

“Shall we go?”

“Where? OH! D.M.V. Right!”

She sits up and buckles herself back in as Eric rises and puts his beast away. Shivering at the outcome he laughs, then puts the Edge in drive. Out on to the highway they went. It took them fifteen minutes to reach the Department of Motor Vehicles.

“Remind me we need to put gas in this thing or we might not make it home.”

“Noted.” She unbuckles and opens her door, exiting to put her heels on, then waiting on him at the grill. Joining her they walk hand in hand inside the bustling Department of Motor Vehicles. Within sat over twenty waiting customers in various need of titles, license renewal, plates, etc. The sticker issue was quicker as the line only had three people ahead of them. Their wait was used to cuddle closer, his hand on her ass, hers on his. She playfully looked around her at all the eyes watching. Men and women alike were staring at her near topless halter, bare back, silky smooth with a golden tan, without any visible lines. It was safe to say the men were salivating and the women were biting nails out of curiosity. It was definitely equal opportunity lust. Eric found the variety amusing.

“There isn’t an eye in this facility that isn’t trained on you.”

“Mmm! Boost my ego.” She shivers grinning from ear to ear. “Do your worst Eric. I’m all yours.”

“All mine, huh? Meaning show you off any way I want too?”

“ALL yours Handsome.” A wink leads to a nudge against him to increase his confidence.

“Cameras everywhere. You sure?”

“I’m hardly camera shy. How many videos have you boys taken of me since you moved in? I’m very certain you’ve shared them with others.”

“Not really. At least I haven’t. Pretty sure Brian and Heath are showing you off. Cabot? He’s a lot like me, not wanting to stir up trouble.”

“Now I’m offended. I WANT you to show me off.”

“Awhile back you said not too, because of Elliot.”

“I’m past my whiney stage. Elliott will just have to get over who I am now.”

“I’ll remember that.” He chuckled. As the line moved up one Eric once again looked around at the seating environment. He knew she was going to have a wait to get her new I.D., she hadn’t even gotten a number card to be called up by. This might be a very long day. As Margo patiently waits for the line Eric makes his move and goes from rubbing her ass to pinching her butt zipper and lowering it. She felt it but kept her poker face. The zipper inched down little by little until it revealed the crack of her ass at the highest point. Looking closer at the viewership he spotted two older men encouraging him to zip her down lower, while others merely grinned with anticipation. “Feeling a breeze?”

“Does anyone look offended?”

“Not a one.”

“Then unzip me all the way.”

“Seriously? Workers can see you at this angle.”

“Don’t tease me like that.” She sticks her tongue out at him.

“Okay. Hope you have bail money.” He tugged her zipper clear down to her snatch. Eyes flaring she trembles before ever so accidently dropping her credit card and I.D. Bending over to pick them up her butt pucker popped into view, and one very perfectly formed clam winked at her onlookers. On her way upright she moved her face over to Eric’s erection and bit him making him tense up and look back at the viewership shaking his head. He was getting thumbs up from ten different men and women. Other women fanned themselves with paperwork. His stress level mounted regardless as he noticed two counter employees, one manning the optical examination scanner and a title dealer looked directly at Margo. Neither had a smile, yet not one seemed upset or in any hurry to bust them.

Line proceeding forward left only an old man in bib overalls buying his sticker. He looked back at Margo’s cleavage and began rubbing his wiry goatee. Smirking up a storm at her Margo toyed with her halter and revealed her right nipple to him. As the counter personnel spoke to him his own eyes lifted to see Margo’s exhibition. An immediate sweat led the man to wink at her and hide his curiosity. Paying for his sticker the old man stepped up to Margo and Eric just long enough to say, “That made this old trucker’s day Young Lady.”

“Trucker you say?” She flirted, “Do you have your truck nearby?”

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